Jan 19, 2018
Ari made a noise of distaste and brought the knife down. It ripped through the fabric as easy as if it were butter.
“What am I meant to do with a roll of silk?” She scoffed, dragging the knife through the material. She spun her blade between her fingers and admired her handiwork, lips pursed in thought.
She glanced up at the sound of footsteps, and raised her eyebrows at the unwelcome guest.
“You want this?” She gestured to the ribbons of silk scattered on the table in front of her. She took a seat, her gaze on the other person expectant.