Zeti12

Her Hands shook as she pinned the edges of the roughly mended fabric together.

Her feet were in tatters and would need to be tended to before she could walk.

First she needed to get warm, and this rag would have to do for now.

There was a spool of thread on the shelf in the corner of the room.

It looked like it had been gnawed on by a hungry beast, but it was intact.

A sheath dress was the quickest thing Zeti12 to make, she decided.

"What next?" Zeti12 pondered.