Waiting for Quinnie

"Yes! This is the best one so far, I'm sure Quinnie will love it." Luminara decreed jovially as obvious satisfaction spread through her features while examining the sock she'd just finished sewing. 

"It's good, just like the previous hundred pairs you'd made…" Malakar murmured under his breath, but he was cruelly ignored.

"Lumi, what do you think of this shirt?" Mearie asked while holding a shirt up for the first elf to observe. The elven primordial mother solely focused on mastering the art of crafting socks, but the human primordial mother decided to focus on all other areas, not trusting mortal women to make good enough clothes for her child. Well, to be fair, she wouldn't trust them even if they were immortal.

"I like it, the color goes well with the pair I have in mind for my next creation." She nodded in response.