Mateo/Alice - Wolfhame - loom/weaving
“It’s math,” she says without looking up, answering his unspoken question as he enters the room to find her on the floor, surrounded by scattered printouts of Wyrgre folk tapestries. Alice, to the best of his knowledge, has little prior interest in weaving. Some of her references show photos of the entire work, but most are magnified several hundred times so each thread stands out clearly on the page, some with notations all along the edges. “Wolf math,” she adds darkly, sitting back and scowling.
He picks up a page at random, compares it to her equations. “Ah. Wolf… math.”