Lind danced.
He usually just used materials and his arms to engrave but he had a deeper understanding of weaving on 2 fronts now. One was adaptability. Weaving was not so limited as formations.
It was meant to adapt!
The other was his own revelation about his harmony. The Dao of Defiance forged its own path. It bowed to none!
Rules? Rules were meant to be broken!
He was not naive but he could see new ways to do things that he simply never considered before. It was like his mind was free from preconceptions that had built up over the many millennia of his life.
His feet shimmered with emerald trails as he created sigils and connected them with traces with all 4 of his limbs!
No weaver ever did what he was doing. The spirits knew that for a fact! They all stopped zooming around the world and gathered to watch the spectacle that he had become.
