A Snowkitten Cometh 27: Nightmares
The male barely has a chance to move before his mother weaves back and forth and collapses. a barely-audible voice croaks up to him, "your friend is dead." koreen's eyes close as she tumbles into oblivion, body going limp as unconscious claims her.
Ander - Chapter 6, Subchapter 87
They swarmed across the snow, weaving between jutting pieces of rock and dead branches like water breaking upon a riverbank, but dorin didn't care. their roar was like the voice of death itself, come to swallow him whole, but dorin didn't care.
Much Ado About Bluebottles
They'd spent long evenings twining and weaving and perfecting their crafts, all for today--all for the chance to be included in the festivities. lili was right to be in a hurry. tr'lia stood a dozen strides from their booth when she saw the pet vendor.
Scarlet : Trail of Scourge part 3
He meowed soothingly, his lies weaving into his truths like he'd been doing it for moons. scarlet believed him without trouble, her fear melted like the ice in his eyes. "don't worry." she meowed, darkly, "he won't survive another moon." "good."
Day 19 - Sweater
I sent a quick smile her way but didn't stop moving the long needles in my hands, weaving the ocean blue yarn into a new form. the cups clacked as clarissa set the tray down of a nearby table, white trails of smoke raising from the dark liquid inside.
Spirit
Lana sat at her table in her hut, weaving a basket from the grass she had carefully dried the day before.
Chosen of the Sea [2nd Person TF(TG)]
Magic weaves itself around you like silken sheets. it first wraps itself around your arms to form long, dark blue gloves. then it binds itself to your feet in the form of tall heeled boots.
Finding Home 1
Heaving a sigh, i weave through the alleys, stopping here and there when there are homeless in the way. this place is a maze, i can't make heads or tails of it. why can't it be simple like back at home? my chest sinks when the thought crosses my mind.
Ander - Part 6: Subchapter 88
They swarmed across the snow, weaving between jutting pieces of rock and dead branches like water breaking upon a riverbank, but dorin didn't care. their roar was like the voice of death itself, come to swallow him whole, but dorin didn't care.
ET5: Milyi's Decision
weaving, a spider could appreciate. it elevated his opinion of the humans a touch, but not enough to outweigh the blunt-ended tools hanging from each slender waist.
Ander - Chapter 1, Subchapter 15
There were all these weird symbols painted in deer blood on the outside, strange markings without rhyme or reason, flowing across and weaving into each other like serpents. and then there was grandmother's skull stuck on a pike by the entrance.
Ander - Chapter 1, Subchapter 12
That alone tells me they have mastered techniques we are not even aware of, and that's just weaving! who's to say they can't make homes, tools and even weapons with equal skill?