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A good day to you all.

My name is Lark. I have not has the chance nor the pleasure of making the acquaintance of many of you here. I arrived shortly before the spell took hold, and as such have been woefully remiss in making introductions. What is more, I do not know who I may have met in that spell is truly here.

Therefore I have chosen to make myself visible on this 'communication device' in an attempt to meet, or perhaps reacquaint myself with, those who reside here.

[The woman pauses, contemplating for a moment, clearly getting her thoughts in order.]

I would also like to know if there are those present who work with thread-crafts. Sewing, weaving, spinning, knitting, making clothes. In my presence here it is my hope that I can use my skills and experience to make more thread, yarn, and cloth from the glownies, and perhaps anything similar to cotton or flax if we are to find those. However it is a lot of work for a single person to do, and I wished to see if there are others who might have the skills to assist me, or who might wish to learn them.

And, might I say from experience, if nothing else I would be happy to teach everyone how to spin thread. It is truly quite relaxing once you have the practice at it. But also because I think it would be valuable for me to have a small spool of thread made by every person willing to do so, that might be used for locating spells if people were to wander off into the wilds and go missing. Or, failing that, to have people carry around a spool of finished thread for a few days to charge with your native energy for the same purpose.

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[she chuckled, remembering the old pine tree at the start of the FBI gauntlet]

Back home, where I trained to be in law enforcement, we had an obstacle course. They had a tree someone had nailed signs to, little ones that they'd stenciled. Each one was a word or two: Hurt, Agony, Pain: Love It. When I first started, it intimidated the living hell out of me, but ... the more I ran that course, the more I realized it was right, and those were the things that led to me getting stronger, being able to do more, go farther, go faster.

Long story short, you've got a point. Even so, tired bones need a place to rest at the end of the work.

I don't believe one should love needless hurt, agony and pain. In a way, it hampers the proper growth of people. Too much pain is like too many prunes on a plant. Ultimately, it will fail.

Needless, no. But that course was something I needed to do to make my body strong enough to do my job. In that case it was necessary.

[she considers Lark's metaphor, thoughtfully]

I was never much of a gardener myself, but I can follow what you're sayin'. You're right. The important thing is to be able to help people overcome the pain that isn't doin' anything for them. That's what I was goin' to school for, before I heard someone speak at my college and decided to do what he did, instead.

Live with a dedicated enough plant mage and you learn quite a bit about plant metaphors. I'm given more to thread and sewing ones.

Still, if I am understanding your words correctly, are you saying you trained in helping those who have gone through trauma?

Yes, that's exactly what I did. [she smiled a little, nodding] Bit like darning a sock. Fine work, delicate, takes a while and a keen eye, but there's a trick to it, and it can be done.

[Lark chuckles at the metaphor clearly intended for her. Yes, she approves of it.]

You are a good woman to care about this.

Thanks. I figure ... seems like a lot of these folks aren't that great at taking care of themselves when it comes to what's behind their ears and between their ribs. Bein' strong and healthy is one thing, but if your head's somewhere else it can cause just as many problems.

It's nice to see how many different skill sets folks have here, though. We're just as lucky to have someone thinkin' about clothing and other textiles, too.

[Lark chuckled. She liked the idea of being considered suitable for that skill she had. Though she had no shame in what she did.]

It seems many people are quite capable of many things I could never have imagined in my world. But here, I am glad they can receive some assistance from me.

Ha, ain't that the truth. I still can't believe I'm working at the diner with someone who can break the sound barrier with his feet.

Break the sound barrier with his feet?

[Lark most definitely didn't understand any of that, sorry.]

Oh - yeah, he runs that fast. It's incredible. I called him the other day and said I needed his help at the diner. I blinked, and there he was at the door.

[That sounds highly unlikely. Impossible even. Perhaps magic?]

ARe you certain he doesn't work invisibility spells? Does he smell of cinnamon?

[the last question made her chuckle] Only when I'm teachin' him how to make pies. And no, no spells. I didn't believe it either when I first met him. In the world where he's from, people are born with all kinds'a amazin' abilities like that. They call themselves 'mutants', but it's like having one particular skill you're really great at, just like anything else. It only ... applies to your body, as well as your mind, I guess.

Meanwhile, magic isn't possible where I'm from, either.

[Cinnamon was a vital, and expensive, ingredient in invisibility spells. She was asking for a reason.]

How intriguing. Magic is just such an integral part of what my world is that to fathom a wold without it remains strange to me. But learning other people is something I believe all should do.

Indeed. ... So, what sort of things are you thinking we'll make the thread out of? Glownie wool? I've run into some plants that are flexible enough that they might work like cotton, too.

Glownie wool for now. When we find more things, I will spin them too. But if you've found something like cotton or flax, I would love to inspect it.

I'll keep my eyes peeled, I go foraging pretty often. I'd offer to help with the spinning but the diner and the Civic Center keep me busy.

I imagine they do. I'm glad to hear there are other things benefiting from your attention.

Many hands make light work, Lark. Let me know if you need me for anything else, alright?

Gladly, Clarice. Light work benefits us all

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