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Zara and Vashti knit and sew together in the room the moth has taken over at Earth Runes, "Isn't this loom a niggardly device? Why one can hardly reweave fate with it" The loom is, of course, large and lovely

"One could weave the world upon it, methinks."

"Ah, but what world would we weave? " She works with the threads of black and white "My lover is such a fool, and contagious. I have had a million men in my chamber, why then do I shiver not when he drives the lance home, but rather when he holds me in ermine enclosure warm and soft?"

"Ah..." She considers, parsing.

She blushes "Sentimentality rather than carnality?"

"I think... I think, mayhaps, gentleness is new. What is new can be overwhelming."

At that she nods

then "Forgive me, ye daughter of David, I do enjoy his gentile touch."

"Of course I forgive. Honestly, my inner Yenta is very pleased."

"...although if you begin singing Hello Dolly, I shall poison you in your sleep."

"This is only just" she nods