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The act of giving up felt empty and strange to Dyakida. She had, she realized, managed to not give up for years, not since the first time she had resolved to start crafting to combat her feelings of uselessness due to her blindness. She had practiced for a long time, mastering the art of feeling and carving and creating. She had worked at her craft until she'd earned a reputation for her craftsmanship and, though she was no fighter, she had gained high regard from her tribe. Every particle of her spirit was keyed to the crafting of weapons and items for her sisters. It was her purpose in life.

To give up on something related to that – something as essential as her tools – was strange. But she had to give up – They seemed, to her, to be lost forever. Searching for them, with Peyla, was like seeking a needle in a pile of twigs and leaves in the woods. Searching for them, blind, was impossible. Giving up felt like the only option – to obsess over finding them, and only them, would destroy her.

She took one of the inferior formerly confiscated sets and tested it again on some wood, carving it into dinky little trinkets in an attempt to force herself to use the tools. They were uncomfortable, unweildy, not made for her, but she tried them anyway, the wood soaking up her frustration and pain as if it still had roots.

The tools weren't bad, exactly. Zena made, by the feel of it, they were a full set and could at least do their jobs. Carving with them helped her become used to them, and overcome their flaws. The little items she carved were traded for materials, which she slowly used to practice her craft again. Bit by bit, as she carved, she felt better about her decision. She could move on...