Chapter 132: Iris

She eased into the kitchen chair, trying to stretch out the muscles in her legs and jiggle some life back into them. It was break time from coding, and she needed to do something that didn't involve a computer screen. Which meant, of course, that she was working on a cane.

She picked up the long piece of pine that her dad had brought back from his last hunt; he'd gone out for an elk hunt but had picked up some branches for her, too. After curing and straightening them for her, it was then up to her to make something beautiful out of them.

This particular stick was turning out exceptionally well, with the pattern of the wood showing through nicely. The warm honey glow of the pine made it feel like a warm lap blanket you could snuggle down with...a lap blanket that happened to be made out of pine, of course.