She had much work to do.. and started on it.. after she finished th dress.. As she laid the dress out before her.. she smiled.. While Cana did not want anything fancy... with 4 boys.. she could use an extra hand.. so tucked inside the inside seam.. Yamka created a pocket.. and placed some of her mothers honeycandies.. inside.. The dress was made the same.. a singe piece of hide that Cana had given her.. it was a beautiful color.. almost a rusty color.. she had rubbed oils into the hide to make it soft as skin... along the one and only seam.. she placed a small row of fringes.. it would hard for anyone to tell where the ties were.. as it looked seamless now... She hoped Cana would like the dress.. as much as she enjoyed making it..
She would tackle the saddles first.. first she looked to see what needed patching.. and would find hide swatches to match.. and then with nimble fingers.. she would attached that swatches.. her stitches were so tiny that it piece seemed to melt into the saddle.. She would do this to each one of the saddles.. then would spend time rubbing them soft.. with a oily cloth. so they almost looked like new again..
The bridles. they were a little harder.. as she sat with them in her hand.. the leather had been so worn.. it was very thin and ready to split.. so instead of trying to mend it.. she would find a few piece of thin hide.. and curl it around the splits.. and then sew it tightly flat against the leather strap.. on both sides.. keeping the appearance of the strap.. she would do this to each she could.. and then once again take care and cleaned each .. with a cloth.. making sure that the mending blended in with the orgianal piece of leather.
Taking a tea break.. she would sit and watch the elders create new pieces.. with awe.. soon perhaps she would be able to create such wonderus leather pieces.. Her mother had sent honey cookies.. to the clan fires.. and her father would stop and share them with his only daughter.. In his eyes she could see that something had changed him.. it was a good change.. She asked him about this warrior Brayce..and he grew quiet.. He is not for you.. stay away from him.. he comes and goes like the wind.. and is has not shown his loyalty to the tribe.. I will send one of you brothers to watch over your wagon by night... His large paw like hand reached out and captured her hair: So much like your mother yet so different.. I know you feel that what you want in a warrior does not matter... and there is no choice.. but there is my daughter.. you just have to find the right way to approach it.. Her father watched her: You do not want this warrior do you? :she nearly spit out her cookie: Skies No Father.. no he was to fast and forward.. no.. I do no care for him.. I will keep my distance from him as much as possible..
Well I have one more task father and then I will come visit you and mother. And so off she went to mend the clan tarp... Climbing up she found the ripe.. and with a bone needle and some heavy thread.. she took her time and carefully fitted it together.. She definitely had this thing about making things look in one piece and not fixed.. She made her way to the ground. and found a place around the clan fires to wait for Noya to check her work.
She would tackle the saddles first.. first she looked to see what needed patching.. and would find hide swatches to match.. and then with nimble fingers.. she would attached that swatches.. her stitches were so tiny that it piece seemed to melt into the saddle.. She would do this to each one of the saddles.. then would spend time rubbing them soft.. with a oily cloth. so they almost looked like new again..
The bridles. they were a little harder.. as she sat with them in her hand.. the leather had been so worn.. it was very thin and ready to split.. so instead of trying to mend it.. she would find a few piece of thin hide.. and curl it around the splits.. and then sew it tightly flat against the leather strap.. on both sides.. keeping the appearance of the strap.. she would do this to each she could.. and then once again take care and cleaned each .. with a cloth.. making sure that the mending blended in with the orgianal piece of leather.
Taking a tea break.. she would sit and watch the elders create new pieces.. with awe.. soon perhaps she would be able to create such wonderus leather pieces.. Her mother had sent honey cookies.. to the clan fires.. and her father would stop and share them with his only daughter.. In his eyes she could see that something had changed him.. it was a good change.. She asked him about this warrior Brayce..and he grew quiet.. He is not for you.. stay away from him.. he comes and goes like the wind.. and is has not shown his loyalty to the tribe.. I will send one of you brothers to watch over your wagon by night... His large paw like hand reached out and captured her hair: So much like your mother yet so different.. I know you feel that what you want in a warrior does not matter... and there is no choice.. but there is my daughter.. you just have to find the right way to approach it.. Her father watched her: You do not want this warrior do you? :she nearly spit out her cookie: Skies No Father.. no he was to fast and forward.. no.. I do no care for him.. I will keep my distance from him as much as possible..
Well I have one more task father and then I will come visit you and mother. And so off she went to mend the clan tarp... Climbing up she found the ripe.. and with a bone needle and some heavy thread.. she took her time and carefully fitted it together.. She definitely had this thing about making things look in one piece and not fixed.. She made her way to the ground. and found a place around the clan fires to wait for Noya to check her work.
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