December 2nd – Scarf
Kuvira was beginning to grow irritated of Lin's unexplained absences. What even was the purpose of deciding to share the same apartment, if they almost never got to enjoy each other's company? Shall Lin continue to disappear every single evening, Kuvira would have to have a word with her.
The answer to the young woman's woes came two days later, in the form of a clumsily –wrapped package, hastily thrown on the table.
'That's for you,' Lin simply said, turning away from the other woman who had already begun tearing the paper. 'Otherwise you'll end up catching your death someday, with those collars of yours.'
In Kuvira's hands was a chunky-knit woolen scarf, whose pattern was just irregular enough to prove it had been hand-crafted.
'Lin, did you-' Kuvira could barely hear her words below the increasing thrumming of her heart. 'Did you actually make this?'
'Katara taught me years ago,' the latter answered, still refusing to look at the other woman. 'Knitting helps me relax. You can laugh.'
'I won't. Thank you, Lin.'