When Esha is between clients, she likes to sketch in her garden, dreaming of knives. She’s thinking of a second stage career, designing and producing knives in the tradition of her homeland, knives cunningly disguised such that a gentle lady might wear discreetly about her person. A necklace, a hair comb.
The sketches were because I was asked to do some for Tremontaine, but I admit, drawing knives and flowers felt oddly therapeutic. Kavi was drawing beside me, and a little confused as to why I kept drawing knives. She’ll understand someday.
