[@The One]

Alia grew completely silent focusing only at the task on hand. The stitches themselves were easy to make and do but the sheer size of the tears in the wings meant that quite a large number needed to be made. Given that she had only ten more minutes according to Drayco's estimates, she was felt an enormous amount of pressure on her shoulders. It was entirely possible that the fate of her species depended solely on how well she had learn to sew. At any other point of time, she may have found that thought ridiculous and burst into laughter, but now she let only a single silent curse that she had not paid more attention to Shema's lessons. Her hands moved with speed as she sped through another tear in the wings and then another. Sweat began to bead on her mud covered brow sending thin clean lines racing down her face. She could hear the wing beats now and the occasional roar filled with the draconic ferocity she had grown so familiar with in the past hour or so. She pricked her hand with her needles in her haste and stifled a Yelp before continuing with renewed passion. As she finished the last stitch, hands cramping from the intense speed of the work she whispered one word to the dragon.

[color=00a651]"Go."[/color]