Stahma Tarr is no one's fool (noonesfool) wrote in makebelievelog, @ 2014-02-12 17:41:00 |
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Entry tags: | !open, regulus black, stahma tarr |
Who: Stahma and YOU!
What: Stahma's found an opportune people-watching place to sit and knit/sew.
When: Wednesday late afternoon
Where: Library in the castle
Warnings: Should be none, but will update if needed!
It was still a bit of an adjustment for Stahma, but she was working on commission with a Castithan shop in the city. She was getting a source of income now, so she was able to make some purchases when she would go into the city. She already had a healthy supply of sewing fabric in varying shades of white, grey and silver. That afternoon she'd decided to go sit somewhere that she could people watch while she worked on her current project, so she'd headed to the library. Finding a place at a table where she could see a good portion of the main floor of the library, Stahma sat down in a chair, set her sewing things on the table in front of her and set about sewing using her Castithan method of sewing.
Even though most of her attention was focused on what she was making, which consisted of silver thread, she was still very aware of her surroundings and of the comings and goings of people. Her lilac eyes would occasionally dart around the area, taking in where people were and anything of potential interest to her. Of course, she found most of it to be positively boring, but it was at least something to do while she sewed. She was dressed in a recently purchased dress. She'd had one exactly like it back on Earth, so she was more than pleased to have it in her closet once again. She always did love seeing potential reactions to the rather daring, according to human standards, neckline. She also wore the cloak Ahsoka had given to her for Christmas. The hood was pulled up, though she'd pinned it in a way that her face was still largely visible. After all, while she may at times like lurking in the shadows, as it were, right now she wished to see and be seen.