By Design [Elba]

Steadily, strap after strap after strap was birthed from the tender parts of the hide—the edges that had been the flanks and belly and soft point just behind each elbow and along the throat. When he had enough, he switched to cutting the pieces for the pouches that would attach to the armor, for healing supplies or herb gathering, or simply somewhere to put a travelling meal.

At Elba’s question, he grinned. “I was. My mother was Gwenevere Adravendi, one of my namesake’s direct descendants. Her mom was Epiphron, and Grandma Pip’s father was Cairo the first.”

He arranged the armor panels in the way he intended to connect them to get an idea of how they’d look, smiling slightly in approval.

Walk ---- "Speak" ---- "Hear" ---- Think