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[sime_channel]

Suzi is settled in a chair
Hands and tentacles together
Knitting something bright
Out of yarn of different colors
Scraps and ends of projects
She's created in the past

Her smile is, as always, bright
As she uses bits of the past
United in new projects
Separate things coming together
In a riot of many colors
Cascading off her chair

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[scaredbybook]

There once was a young girl named Kyra
Wandering with a box of porphyra.*
When she saw the work of crafts,
She said, "oo, what is that?"
And studied the knits like a baby chimera.

*No, the seaweed. Not porphyria the disease.

[sime_channel]

"Knitting." Suzi says with a small smile, "It's going to be, um. Probably a blanket."

[scaredbybook]

"It's beautiful." Kira looks over all the colors again. "I never got into knitting. I was too young when I tried to learn, I think, and just started making yarn spiderwebs instead. Then my yarn got confiscated for a few years."

[sime_channel]

"All Sime learn." She says cheerfully, "When we Changeover and grow the tentacles it's a useful way to get control over them all. My father taught me."

[precocioustilda]

Narration thinks sestinas are quite fine
But sonnets? Better tags to make, they tend
And thus this humble post to keep in line
A Tilda Suziwards her way shall wend.

Notebook in hand and sparkle in one eye,
Matilda sees the knitting Suzi does
Attracted by these colours bright espied,
Her chocolate she abandons for the fuzz.

But Tildas will be Tildas, this we know
And so it should not come as a surprise
That 'pon nearnes to the coloured glow,
Matilda starts to move yarn with her eyes.

Fear not, good Suz, your knitting's not possessed;
it but obeys a little girl's unrest.

[sime_channel]

Suzi's knitting is moving.

Suzi's knitting is moving.

Suzi's knitting is moving.

Considering her past experiences with magic, it really wouldn't surprise anyone that knows her that Suzi is dropping the knitting and bolting for the stairs.

[precocioustilda]

Eeeeeeeeeeeeek.

That didn't go well.

Matilda stares after the recently fled knitter, her face a combination of profoundly confused and profoundly apologetic, and tears a page out of her notebook to write an equally apologetic note, which she wraps securely around the knitting:

"Sorry to scare you by moving your knitting around. I didn't mean any harm by it, I just wanted to have a closer look. Here it is back, in case you'd still like it. Sorry again."

She signs the note with a somewhat unreadable "-Matilda" and then leaves this combination with Bar, accompanied by a timid request to give it to "the nice-looking lady with the tentacles who was just making this, sorry I don't know her name," and wanders off in a daze, making a mental note to be more careful in the future about touching strangers' belongings.

[mogget_cat]

The scraps and ends of such projects
that are also particularly bright
might lure a small presence towards Suzi's chair,
tempted by the many colors,
so many all together.
A pawbat, and a yarnball rolls past.

[sime_channel]

It looks like a cat, and is very much not a cat, "Hey!" she says with a yip, "I just finished rewinding that after Joy got done with it!"

[mogget_cat]

"Oh!" Caught.

"My sincerest apologies," not giving the words the sincerity they should have, "it was just so very bright."

He does return the ball of yarn, at least.

[sime_channel]

"Uh huh." She says, raising her eyebrows at him, "I know it's bright, I like bright colors. It still wasn't polite." She's amused, not angry.

Not that being angry would, you know. Accomplish anything.