TURMOIL RULED her heart, but a colorful glimpse caught her eye on the other side of the room. On the scriptorium, a little tricolored wristband rested next to a couple of textbooks and brushes that added to the disorder. Tania tracked Adda’s fixated gaze until the furniture, and instantly apologized for her lack of tidiness.
“Oh, no! I was just looking at the bracelet… It’s really colorful! What is it?”
Her friend relaxed her round shoulders and took a rapid gander at the signaled object. The middle line, thinner than the others, seemed to entwine the blue thread with the dark pink one, serving as a bridge between the two, physically and color-wise. Some of the yarns had started to protrude, but it was a subtle difference marked by time.
“Uh, It’s macrame. I saw a tutorial and fell in
