Lukas spent several hours sitting still, entranced in the art of weaving. For some reason, something called to him and he found the task very relaxing and enticing. He had entered a state of focus long ago, and had spent the remaining hours of the night, and much of the early morning, simply stuck in the process of weaving.
Eventually, he managed to snap out of it and realise how much time he spent. The fruit of his labour, on the other hand, was enough woven string to make something wearable. Granted, as it was right now, the most ir could be used for was an unpleasant blanket. It didn't have the proper folds or stitches to be something wearable like a gi or simple cloth shirt.
But, regardless, he had made something! Something more than what he already had, at least. But now wasn't the time for celebration. It was morning now, and the sun had been up for an hour or so now. He had to get up and do something with the day.
