Thierry was sitting in the only room he'd found that didn't have students this time of day.
He sat in a cushy chair with a floppy doll that had been stitched and re-stitched and stitched again on the arm of the chair. In his hand was a needle and thread, working tirelessly over his latest creation.
It was another doll, currently lifeless with glassy button eyes and ears longer than the rest of its body. With his hands busy and his eyes trained on his work, he wouldn't notice if someone came in. Making the dolls he needed for his ritual took time, effort, and a lot of attention to detail. If he missed even one stitch, then he would have to start it all over again.
Well, he long since learned to take his time with these things.
A stitch in time saves nine, as they say.
Held in his mouth was what looked like a bead of some kind. It was certainly magical and glowed a blue, misty hue. The "favor" that would give this doll its final magical touch.
He sat in a cushy chair with a floppy doll that had been stitched and re-stitched and stitched again on the arm of the chair. In his hand was a needle and thread, working tirelessly over his latest creation.
It was another doll, currently lifeless with glassy button eyes and ears longer than the rest of its body. With his hands busy and his eyes trained on his work, he wouldn't notice if someone came in. Making the dolls he needed for his ritual took time, effort, and a lot of attention to detail. If he missed even one stitch, then he would have to start it all over again.
Well, he long since learned to take his time with these things.
A stitch in time saves nine, as they say.
Held in his mouth was what looked like a bead of some kind. It was certainly magical and glowed a blue, misty hue. The "favor" that would give this doll its final magical touch.