Working leather had been one of her favorite crafts. The way skilled hands could transform raw material into something both beautiful and functional was just satisfying to be a part of. She'd tried a bit of everything in her long life - tailoring, carpentry, various ways of smithing, and of course shaping and constraining raw essence.
'But as creepy as it is when you think of it as *skin*, nothing feels quite like working with supple hides. Wood does come close, because it's also fibrous… but I think I've eaten enough parts of trees now that I never want to see one again.'
For that reason alone she felt it might be a good idea to not be hasty. To not go back to where she was born as Elua er Goltbred the moment the gateway was charged. Because there was a good chance that she would start a logging company out of pure spite without telling Qat… and set the continent on a course of being deforested within the century.
