Cassius, still crouched in the bushes, had his hand over his mouth, his shoulders trembling violently as he fought the overwhelming urge to burst out laughing.
"Alright...Alright...One more time...I can do this...I'm a proud knight...this can't be harder than a battlefield…" She muttered through gritted teeth, sweat dripping dramatically down her brow.
This time, she managed to get the needle through and tugged on the thread with all her strength, only to suddenly freeze. Her eyes went wide as she looked down in dawning horror.
"Why...Why is my skirt moving with it?"
She tugged again. The fabric on her lap lifted.
"No...No, no, no, no, !"
Julie yanked hard, only for the entire thing to snap with a loud twang, sending the thread ricocheting into her face and leaving behind a sad, tangled knot hanging like a badge of failure.
For one long, tense moment, she just sat there in silence, staring at the ruined fabric. Then her lower lip began to quiver.
