weaving is a virtue (dannoirl)

"Stupid sheep," Kirin muttered, kicking a nearby pebble away. "Stupid wool. Don't need it." She tucked a strand of dark hair behind her ear, scowling. Just a few minutes ago she'd been kicked out of the field for not doing her duty as the family sheep herder. How that helped the sheep, Kirin had no idea, but it wasn't her problem either. She was sick and tired of being with the furry animals all the time. All she wanted to do was jog, run, escape to the forest.

But she couldn't do that either.

Kirin let out a deep breath, trying to calm herself down. If her family wasn't going to appreciate what she was doing, then she wasn't going to bother helping them. So she continued her stroll across the streets of District Eight, peering at several cloth shops with sewing materials and sorts. She'd never been much of a sewer either. In fact, Kirin sucked with a needle. But she knew her useful clothing plants. That had to be good.

Shaking her head, Kirin turned to an empty street and leaned against the wall, tipping her head back. The sky was a cloudless blue, calming her down. It was peaceful and quiet. Kirin couldn't remember the last time she'd come out of the farming area. She was so caught up in the scheme of things that she didn't even hear the soft footsteps coming toward her, didn't even notice the sudden shift of someone else's presence in the atmosphere.