With all of the changes that were coming to the Circle, Lethe found it relaxing to take a seat and knit. She was by no means actually good at knitting, though... in fact she was quite the opposite. While she told everyone that her hobby was knitting, and she did knit, she was far from the best. Like... really far. In fact, the margay was deep in concentration with some red yarn and two knitting needles. It didn't look like she had made any progress - or that she knew how to knit in general - but she seemed pleased with her progress, smiling every now and then as the thread passed through the needles. But that was all. She didn't actually knit the thread into anything substantial, it just stayed the same.
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