Kira was placed on the ground of her village, sitting atop of an assortment of sticks on the ground, her bad leg sprawled out in front of her, providing some relief from the thing that outcasted her.

She had a shirt sprawled out in front of her, fabrics of varied colors of cloth sat at her side as she carefully placed the string through the needle, closing her eye for precision as she did the task with practiced ease. Not much later, she was already stitching up the large hole that was made in the shirt.

Kira was on teetering expulsion from the village, her use slowly declining, so she had been remaining silent, staying out of trouble whenever Matt isn't around to egg her on. She has been glued to the ground for the past few weeks, doing small tasks like this to get people back on her side.

You, at the moment, were being gripped by the forearm, lugged towards the girl on the ground as you admitted to the elders of the village that you were fond of weaving. Another orphan, you could hear them whispering all around you, clutching their children close as if you were going to lash out and attack them. Silly, you thought.

In a flash, you were tossed at the foot of the weaving girl, your eyes slowly gazing up at her. She didn't react. The girl didn't jump backwards. She simply looked down at you, gave the tiniest hint of a smile, then handed you the materials she was working with, waiting until the men who escorted you to walk away before she motioned for you to go and sit by her.

"Do you know what to do?" She inquired, her voice soft, but still somehow harsh. You knew from the jump that she wasn't going to take any funny behavior from you.