[Gift] The 11th Hour | Knitting

The fishing cabin was quiet except for the steady crackle of the wood stove and the soft tapping of rain against the windows. The air smelled faintly of pine, old cedar boards, and the lake drifting in through tiny gaps in the walls.Curled comfortably in the middle of the room sat Gimble.

The long male dragon had wrapped most of his body into a loose coil near the fire, his pale scales glowing warmly in the orange light. A thick basket of yarn rested beside him, already half-emptied onto the wooden floor in colorful tangles, his whiskers twitched thoughtfully as he worked. Between his claws rested a pair of knitting needles.

Gimble’s hands moved carefully, though not especially gracefully. He’d only started learning to knit a few weeks earlier after finding an old instruction booklet tucked into one of the cabin’s dusty shelves. The diagrams had been confusing, and his first attempt had ended as something resembling a badly injured sock. This scarf, however, was going much better… mostly. He squinted at the growing length of thick blue yarn hanging from his needles. It was slightly uneven in places, with one edge noticeably wider than the other, but it was unmistakably sorta a scarf.

“Hm,” Gimble muttered. He adjusted his grip and continued, a loop slipped free when he tried to speed up just slightly. He froze. Slowly, he stared at the unraveling section now dangling uselessly from one needle. “…No.” He spent the next several minutes carefully fixing it, tongue poking from one side of his mouth in concentration. When the stitches were finally back in place, Gimble leaned back with a proud little huff and admired his work. It was crooked and lumpy, yes but to him it was absolutely perfect.