Of course. Thimbles. How could she have forgotten? Her father had once used them when she showed him her torn dress as a child. Sighing, she stood up and walked to the box. The small objects really did look like tiny waste baskets. Bending down, she counted three pieces and held them tightly in her hand. She started walking away, bowing her head so to not have eye contact with anyone.
Then she remembered how lousy she could sometimes be with casting spells. Blushing a bit, Dae headed back to the box and picked two more pieces before finally returning to her chair. |