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Gitana took the needle from Simza and bent over the talvia as she sat down alongside the woman. She lay the fabric across her legs, barbs exposed to her. Most of them were safely tucked into hiding, secured by a single, loose strand. Three were loosened and Gitana reached out, a finger rocking one back and forth as she considered the issue. But the thread was proffered to her and she unraveled a small section, slipping it through the eyehole of the needle and snapping the thread free from the spool after she'd measured the correct length.
Bent over the talvia, she poked the needle through the green fabric to the other side and looped it around the metal piece. Once, twice, she did this without a word from Simza, who leaned towards her a little, observing. She then tied off a knot and snipped the thread free. "Like so?" she asked, voice tentative.
"Mmm...that should do. It is misto to keep it tight, avrah? Easier to snap that something hanging loose. Very misto, Tana." And then Simza reached out and ripped a barb, one of the loose barbs, free from the talvia.
Gitana made a noise of protest, eyes widening as she stared at the woman. "Simza! Why? I..." she trailed off as the woman simply grinned at her and handed her the metal piece.
"You need to learn to mend the talvia, Gitana. Now you will need to sew the area where it has ripped and also to sew the barb back onto the talvia. Here, let me fetch you some green thread to match yours, eh?" She gestured for Gitana to stay put and stood herself, skirts sweeping about her legs as she went off to find what she required. She returned moments later with the green thread, pushed it into Gitana's hand, and sat down again. "There. Now sew it all back together."
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