A bit of parchment was steadily filling up with designs and doodles as Eleanor sat on her bed one evening. Her eyes cast up and down the page critically, placing an “x” beside those she deemed unworthy, and circling the ones she liked a great deal. After all, her mother had deemed the whole sewing and clothesmaking thing sweet altogether and certainly womanly. As long as her mother approved she could continue in her endeavors. But now that the parchment was filled, she didn’t have anything immediately on hand to distract her from the other girl in the dorm and the elephant that sat between them.
“Hey, Daena...” She called out tentatively, not sure how she’d be received, but maintaining a pleasant smile nonetheless. “It’s been a while since we’ve talked, hasn’t it? Though... I suppose that’s primarily my doing.”
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