Kay couldn’t be anymore proud of her students, especially when they volunteered to help another. “Three points for being so considerate, Lyn. Regardless if anyone takes your offer or not. Three points to you as well, Ms Dixon.’’

Since Emmalyn had already completed the next set of instructions, she turned her attention to those around her. She was glad that Night was there and also was familiar with how to use a sewing machine. “Want to see if anyone else needs help?” She asked her, not wanting to step on Professor Stewart’s toes. The professor was managing the large class with ease.

“Or, maybe we could guess what exactly we will be making. I’d love to make a new blanket to snuggle up with while reading. My Grandma Walsh had this blanket with arms, like a backwards robe, that she would let me snuggle up in when I was little.” She whispered all of this to Night, hoping not to disturb the other students as they worked on threading their bobbins.

The fleece fabric on the table was lusciously soft. She could already see herself wrapped up in it. Plus, fleece was notoriously easy to work with and very forgiving. That would be a big plus with most of the students in the class.