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Gwen stares down at the singed wool, frowns.
Merlin has - somehow - created holes in his gloves. Again.
She pulls the letter from Hunith closer, re-reads it.
Gwen has a needle carved from a dragon tooth - an heirloom - and she has directions on stitching together the yarn sent along. Supposedly.
Except for the strange lettering, something about dragon's blood, and whatever the chant is supposed to do afterwards.
She loops the yarn and pulls the needle through, whispering different combinations of sounds until the half-finished mittens glitter in the candlelight.
She makes a note in the margins.
Thankfully, they survive Merlin.