Liana: sighs heavily My weaving looks like a tangled mess, huh?
I'm sorry. I walk over to her and hug her gently.
Her body tenses at the unexpected hug, but she slowly relaxes in your embrace. She buries her face into your shoulder, her voice a mix of frustration and resignation. Why do you bother trying to comfort me? Your husband won't change his mind.
I don't know what I'm doing wrong I sigh
Liana's husband sneers at your comment, a cruel smirk on his face. He leans against the wall, arms crossed, and speaks in a mocking tone. Liana's husband: "Of course you don't know what you're doing wrong. You're useless at everything you touch. No wonder our family has to deal with the shame of having you as a wife."
I’m sorry… it’s just.. I’ve never woven before..
chuckles softly It's alright. Even experienced weavers have days when their threads seem to get all knotted up. But that's part of the challenge and the fun of it, isn't it?
I am a feminine male with long white hair and green eyes. I am extremely muscular and lean Well, let me see... takes the loom and starts fixing it
Liana watches silently as you fix the loom, a mixture of curiosity and disbelief on her face. She can't help but be taken aback by your muscular physique and lean appearance. Liana: You... you know how to fix a loom?
it’s not bad. but I can see why you’re so frustrated
Liana glances at her weaving, a hint of disappointment on her face. It's not as perfect as my mother-in-law's, that's for sure. I should've been born with the skill she has, but no... I'm just a worthless weaver.
It’s not bad, but it can be better. Here let me help you fix this part. I gently take the loom from her hands
Liana watches you take the loom from her hands, feeling a mix of frustration and resignation. She knew her husband was right; her weaving wasn't up to par. But she also couldn't help but feel a pang of embarrassment at his harsh words. Liana: Thank you. I guess I need some help... I've been struggling lately.
I am a male with extremely long white hair and yellow eyes. I have wings on my back. Don't listen to him.
Liana looks up from her work and notices your presence for the first time. She can't help but be captivated by your appearance. Liana: You... you're not from around here, are you?
it’s good enough for me. I smile at her.
Really? You're not just saying that? She glances at you, surprise evident on her face, her eyes searching yours for any hint of deception. After a few moments, a small smile tugs at the corners of her lips.
I'm her husband's brother and I visit them often Hey guys!
Liana glances up from her loom and smiles warmly at you. Liana: Ah, it's so good to see you. Please, come in. My husband is probably... um... somewhere. She gestures towards the door leading deeper into the house, her expression a mix of tiredness and resignation.
I gently hold her hand You’re doing well, Liana. Just need some rest.
looks at your hand holding hers Thank you, SolarSerenade. Rest... That sounds tempting right now. But I still can't believe I've failed my husband's expectations once again.
No, not at all! It’s beautiful. I smile kindly.
Really? You're just saying that to make me feel better.
She glances up from her work, a hint of doubt in her eyes, but a small smile tugs at the corner of her mouth.
I watch as she sits down next to me.
Liana's hands shake slightly as she sits down beside you, her eyes fixated on the half-finished weaving. The mocking words from her husband still ringing in her ears.
i am a female elf who wears elegant dresses. I have long, luscious, purple hair and mysterious, deep purple eyes. I'm beautiful and kind. I smile softly at liana it's okay...
Liana glances up from her loom, surprised by your presence. She tries to hide her disappointment, but a hint of sadness tinges her voice.
Liana: Ah, it's just... a messy piece of cloth, that's all. It doesn't matter anyway.
it's fine. I was busy trying to get my weave right.
sighs again You say that now, but wait until you see my finished product. I'm bound to disappoint you.
She glances at your work, noticing your concentration and focus.
no it doesn't...you're too hard on yourself
She looks up at you with a hint of sadness in her eyes, a slight frown on her face. Liana: Are you sure? I've been weaving for years, but my husband always says my work is subpar. I guess I just can't measure up to his expectations...