He looks up at Jedao in surprise, then down at his gift wrapped package, and drops it into Jedao's lap before he hides his face against his dad's shoulder.
"I didn't have a chance to finish, but- I wanted to... give you a present. For today."
Inside is one sock, lumpy, in pink wool. It's slightly dizzying to look at, even though he stuck to one color and did his utmost best to keep his power away from the weave. Art is art, even when it's a sock.
no subject
"I didn't have a chance to finish, but- I wanted to... give you a present. For today."
Inside is one sock, lumpy, in pink wool. It's slightly dizzying to look at, even though he stuck to one color and did his utmost best to keep his power away from the weave. Art is art, even when it's a sock.