Whole

[floweryhedgehog]

Milya didn’t think her talent counted for much. Some mages could summon a storm with a song, make a thousand rainbows dance across the sky with one soaring note, held into eternity. Milya? She made socks for shepherds. Wove charms for safety into babbies’ blankets. Knit a shawl that would take away your granny’s cough. It wasn’t much, in comparison. Every time she’d finished a working in her apprenticeship, her master had said: Now you must teach these threads how to be one thing, one whole. A small child ran to her doorstep, leaving a loaf of fresh bread behind.