Eddis stared in dismay bordering on horror as her impish little cousin deftly tugged his needle and fine thread through the bright yellow silk. He had planted his feet on his chair, and his sewing rested between his scabbed and knobby knees, but his stitches were nearly invisible. The princess looked down at her own mess of attempted stitchery and employed one of those new words her mother kept swatting her brothers for using. Eugenides looked up at her, his eyes almost level with his knees and gleaming with triumph. He cackled.
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Date: 12/6/10 11:54 pm (UTC)Eddis stared in dismay bordering on horror as her impish little cousin deftly tugged his needle and fine thread through the bright yellow silk. He had planted his feet on his chair, and his sewing rested between his scabbed and knobby knees, but his stitches were nearly invisible. The princess looked down at her own mess of attempted stitchery and employed one of those new words her mother kept swatting her brothers for using. Eugenides looked up at her, his eyes almost level with his knees and gleaming with triumph. He cackled.