sew, a needle pulling thread

Shaye was quick to approve of his idea about the braided leather and he nodded approvingly, likely he’d make a few prototypes and decide on the best ones for himself. He could give the other ones to the pups, or if they were good enough trade them off. The thought sparked a quick idea, what if Abaven became an arms dealer? He’d have to think about it a bit more, and decide how to break the idea to Shaye.

She giggled at his idea of the bracers getting sticky, and he smiled along softly with her. She did want to see a demonstration, and asked what kind of look he was going for. He almost smiled brightly at the description, but she seemed to giggle at the thought. Rhyme couldn’t help but looking a bit dejected, but he decided to explain anyway.

”You’re right, it’s probably too corny.” He made a quick swipe at the bracers. ”But, you know the name I chose means knight...” Rhyme trailed off, deciding it really was silly. ”I should just make some plain ones.”