The Weaver's Gift

The Weaver's Gift

A story of changes

Chapter 1 by Lunaryon Lunaryon

You give a long sigh as you slowly finish boxing up the last of your things, setting the box near the door. It's been a tough couple of weeks -

First, your work burned down in a freak accident. You don't even know how an office building would end up with all the carpets on every floor catching fire... You don't even remember the office having carpets. You're pretty sure that they had tile floors.

Regardless, your office burned to the ground, and while a lot of people managed to keep their jobs, a couple of people (including you) were told that this was the kind of thing that led to a company having to downsize... So you were suddenly without a job.

Not having a job is a problem, given that you live in an apartment, and without a job and this job market means that the only option that you have is to pack up all your stuff and... You sigh. You have to move back in with your mother and your sisters. It's not that you don't love them or anything, it's more that you...

Well, you were on your own. You had moved out and got a job and lived on your own. It feels like failing to have to return home, even if it was because of something out of your control. Still there are a couple of hours before your Mom arrives with the moving truck, so you decide that for now...

Well, there's a McDonalds not too far down the road. Might as well get something to eat. You step out of the apartment, quickly locking up and heading down the stairs before jogging down the sidewalk. You don't feel like driving right now, so you'll just walk.

Finally, you reach the intersection - the McD's right on the other side of the road. But, more importantly, you notice that there is a little old woman struggling with a large bag of wool and a pair of knitting needles. Stepping over to the woman, you speak up. "Excuse me, ma'am, do you need any help?"

The woman looks surprised for a moment, as if she didn't expect for someone to try and help her. "Oh dearie me, you don't have to youngster. I can handle myself just fine." There is something about the woman... But you can't put a finger on it. In fact, you can't put a finger on anything about her other than the fact that she is old. Regardless, you aren't a terrible person.

"Nonsense, I'd be glad to help." She seems pleased, and the two of you chat while waiting for the light to change. Then, you walk the woman across the road. She gives you a quiet nod, and suddenly, you feel a sharp jab in your side.

Mint?

You look down, and see a green knitting needle sticking out of your chest. You look up - and see... something that is very much not an old woman. Maybe a Coyote, maybe a spider. Certainly not human, but the being smiles at you, before retrieving the needle. "There we go. A present for you. Now, whenever you wear the clothing of others, you shall gain the features and part that such clothing goes with. I hope that you have fun with this gift I give you."

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