rose: fail at knitting

[fluthlu]

[Rose is decidedly not in a good mood. The castle's Christmas present to her? Not really working out so far. It's been less than two weeks and she already feels like she's about to go a little bonkers if these stupid needles don't stop turning her knitting projects into gigantic, tangled wads. Currently, she's in a chair in the library, with a cup of tea beside her and a hideous mass of yarn in her lap. Damn castle.]

Really, I can't see what vendetta this castle could possibly have against pasttimes. My previous loss was perfectly effective. Perhaps the continuous clink of needles managed to grate on its questionably-existent nerves?

[An audible sigh of distaste.]

If it's no trouble, I wouldn't mind speaking with any other residents who were fortunate enough to receive a new loss for Christmas. There may be a pattern to be found.

Comments

[fluthlu]

Of course not! Which is precisely why some residents lose a mere item of sentiment, while others lose the ability to speak or see.

[Completely sarcastic.]

[gottaknockhard]

I'm sure it all seems relative at the time.

[fluthlu]

Well, in many cases perhaps. I was well aware that my original loss was a bit less than substantial, after a short while.

[gottaknockhard]

That's probably what did it.

[fluthlu]

Perhaps the castle rethought its poor decision making.

[gottaknockhard]

Maybe someone pointed it out.

[fluthlu]

We should all speak a bit more quietly, then.

[gottaknockhard]

Or complain a little more loudly about losses.