Within a week the winter festivities would begin, one of the highlights of the year, and many were busy with the preparations. It was no different for Kirsi as the last orders came in, which ment she was spinning and weaving day and night. The other years she had been so busy with the orders that there was no time to prepare something nice for herself. But this time she had made sure there was some room left to create something magical for herself as well. Her eyes gazed outside, imagining walking around in her beautiful gown while the townspeople looked at her in amazement and admiration, instead of the usual dread and distrust.
Folk would often come to her for the unique and peculiar products she made. But apart from that they usually avoided her as best as they could. For some reason it was unthinkable to these small minded people that a young woman could be sustaining, even thriving, all by her own doing. Having started to work on some salves and oils hadn't made that viewpoint any better. 

Even though it wasn't the most comfortable status to hold, Kirsi didn't let it stop her. She needed to be here. Not only was the region rich in all wool and dye related materials, after some time she had discovered that some who were responsible for her family's death lived nearby as well. Her hatred for what had happened lived on inside her. Inside her creations. And it was infecting her magic. On bad days she could see the foul colour drip into the yarn she spun, making it unusable. People kind of knew that there was something special with the wares they bought from her. Yet none had condemned it as witchcraft. It needed to stay that way. 

Her mind wandered further and ended within the walls of the nearby monastery. She had promised to bring the monks some new habits and in return they would give her woad, which she required to make beautiful light blue yarn from. It brought her back to reality. 
[I]Shoot.. I completely forgot and they already needed them last week. I hope they can forgive me.[/I] 
She placed her spinning wheel aside, grabbed the habits laying on a small pile and put them in her basket. After wrapping herself in a warm cloak she stepped outside into the chillness of December. The monastery was quite a walk away as it lay outside the walls of the town. But the air was fresh and the sun shone friendly, making the snow all glistening and the walk rather pleasant.