i am a strange loop

Theodoric Martin · 11-03-2010, 04:56 PM

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set in Theo's hut in the village. all welcome (wc: 335)

Nearly a month had passed since Theodoric joined AniWaya under a craftsman’s banner. His days had been pleasantly full, but he had not yet started weaving again. He had move into an empty house within the village, and spent a lot of energy cleaning and weatherproofing the building for winter. Then there was furniture to make or find, his looms to set up, and firewood to chop. He checked up on the ponies daily, and helped with the harvest as much as he could. Whenever she was amiable, Theodoric hunted with the eagle owl Wynne and learned the lay of the tribe’s lands in the process. All in all, he was beginning to feel at home.

Intentionally or not, the Scottish immigrant filled his days to the brim and left no time for weaving. He made all sorts of excuses to himself: the weather was too fine to be wasted one day, part of the reason he’d moved across the sea was to get away from a production-based routine. Ironically, while he had been travelling, Theo had missed the stability and comfort of a workroom. Now, when he had a workroom set up, he could only think of the outdoors.

But there finally came a day when the time felt right to weave again. The weather was overcast and a little cold, just enough that Theo left live embers in the hearth after breakfast. When he had set up his hut, Theodoric had converted half of the building into a cozy workroom. It was there that he spent the morning stringing the big loom in the bright colors of his family’s tartan, wanting something easy and familiar for his first project. Theodoric took a short break at noon for a bite of lunch and a quick trip up to the stables. Returning, he then began weaving in earnest, his hands moving deftly back and forth across the loom. There was a rhythm to the work, and he hummed a melody while his motions kept time.

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