Onyx smiled when Tarentek spoke. "Well, it may not look like it right now, but it will eventually be something like a cloak. This part," She motioned to a bolt that she had weaved to have a curved edge, "will become a hood once I stitch it together with the part I am working on now." She paused when she came to the end of the line she was working on to tie the string off and cut it with the knife so there was no string hanging off the edge. "Have you never had to make your own clothing?"