Slowly, painfully slowly, the second mantle came together in Rais' hands.
Slowly, in the fat-lamp's light, the furs came together. Slowly his awl pierced the seam-holes; slowly his antler needle threaded sinew and dearly-spun fibre through and pieced fur to fur, warmth to warmth.
He was no artisan; there would be no fancy shell-bead patterns on the leather here. But that was fine.
All he wanted, needed, was to keep the children safe against the blinding white outside.
#MastoPrompt (artisan)
