Lily took the needle nervously. Though her hand was steady, she was alarmed at the danger Guin had informed her of. She'd never handled dust before, having been expelled from her tribe before she'd ever been given the chance. The magical substance was a source of both fear and intrigue for her.

So, when she was told to wear eye protection, her ears flattened a little, noticing the crimson hue her artificial eye had overlaying the white. She nodded, nervously. She stared at the needle, allowing her aura to flow into it so gently at first that the eye hardly twitched. She bit her lower lip, as she funneled a little more in.

Too much, the needle flitted from between her fingers and shot straight down, piercing Lily's thigh through her dress. She winced and let out a soft squeal. Her hand shot down to her thigh. She expected to feel a needle poking out of her, but to her surprise she couldn't detect anything either at the skin level, or deeper rooted.

She rubbed the sore spot and took up another needle from the pile, not content to stop at a small amount of pain.

The same thing, too much aura caused the needle to shoot over her shoulder, impacting the wall right next to a student who shot daggers her way.

"S-Sorry!" She said bowing profusely before awkwardly turning back to the work in front of her.

She took the needle again, trying to find the perfect balance to this ordeal.

She thought of the blue rose of myomer fabric behind her ear. Perhaps this would be easier to do if she thought of manipulating this thread as she manipulated the fabric gifted to her by Sol.

She thought of her now daily training sessions, spent manipulating the fabric ever so gently. Making the petals dance one by one, and forcing the stem into various states of rigidity. She began glowing white as she considered that training with the rose, and the concentration to slowly expand the needle's eye until it were more than large enough for their purposes seemed to materialize out of nowhere.

She threaded the needle cautiously, as if the needle might burst into flame in her hands, and then let her aura recede from the needle.

She then picked up the two examples of stitching she'd been provided and studied them both carefully. The line stitch was very much like what she'd done in her first attempt, the whip stitch however was a new one that seemed relatively simple in design.

She picked up her two pieces of fabric, and tried to pull the needle through. Much to her chagrin though, she'd forgotten to secure the thread to the needle with a knot, and it slipped out of the eye before making it through to the other side of the fabric.

She growled lightly, expanding the needle a little too hastily and causing it to strike the table below in a puff of dark purple smoke. (If it would do more, please just note that in your post, dunno how much velocity these things strike with)

She was glad for her aura, the white light bathing any who basked in it's rays with a sense of peace. It's presence allowed her to calm down, and find the state of mind to once again open the needle's eye properly and thread it once more. This time, she remembered to secure it, before going in again to attempt a whip stitch on the fabric in front of her.

Lily knew her schedule day to day. She never had classes during Lunch. Lunch was always a period in the middle of the day during which she usually spent a small block of free time in the library doing her studies.

Her days were all very well defined. Wake up, train, go to class, study in the library, class, lunch, class, train, cool down period, meditate, practice her semblance control, and more time spent in the library prior to a retreat to her forest home where she'd meditate and do work with the flower before finally succumbing to sleep.

She would later buy some cloth and sewing supplies, adding them to her pre-sleep ritual.

This would not eat into the time she spent on any of her other activiites, instead eating in to her sleep. The dark rings that had been forming for some time under her eyes would darken in the next few weeks, but she would accept the additional work load as a part of the struggle to become a huntress.

"I should be free, I can meet you for at least a half an hour. I might be able to stretch that to forty five minutes though, if it's urgent." she said mentally figuring out exactly how she'd balance that against her normal time. If she took some of her cool down period and used that to visit the library, she could still get the normal amount of work done and meet with Guin. Typically when she met with a friend she would subtract that time from her cool down period, she saw no reason to make this an exception. Even her sparring practices with Aegle were typically subtracted from her cool down period in this fashion.

She nodded in response to Guinivere's remarks on this new type of sewing technique. Though the pillows in her seldom used dorm room were still bare, she got the idea. "I can definitely see how it'd be an easy stitch to master." she said her focus remaining on the needle and thread, and the relaxing monotony that came with inching the thread slowly from one side of the fabric to the other.

Lily was apprehensive at first, she had worn the dress for her first several weeks at school so it wasn't as if it was something she was opposed to showing people. She was just more afraid that this girl might judge it poorly, and she didn't want to hear anything bad said about her mother's dress.

She finally nodded, unzipping her backpack to produce the tattered old black dress.

It had been sewn four years prior, and as a result, the small black dress was a little small for Lily's frame. It was threadbare in many places, frayed at the edges, and ripped in more places than could be counted. The spot around the bust was ripped especially badly, with the melted rubber of Raven's boot still welded to the fibers.

She looked at the dress, after having worn proper clothing for a while, she realized how she must have looked to everyone when she'd first arrived at the school two months prior. She couldn't help but be embarrassed. The dress would probably never be restored to it's original state. It was definitely not the thing that a beginner would have any hope of repairing.

"My mom made this for me several years ago." She said. It'd been a long time, now, but she still ached inside whenever she thought of her parents.

The idea of wearing it to the festival was one that made Lily smile. She nodded hesitantly. She had wanted to gain the skills to repair this dress herself, but she realized now how large a task that would be.

This was the dress she was most comfortable fighting in though, and there would be a combat portion of the tournament. She had spent a very long time in either that dress, or the second, almost equally tattered and threadbare dress she currently had back at her campsite. That one she would learn to fix on her own.

That wasn't the reason she agreed to let her new friend work on her dress though. In all honesty, she just missed wearing it. It was one of the few vestiges she had remaining of her parents in this world.

"If... If you can help me fix it up a bit, I'd really appreciate it. People have been treating me differently ever since I stopped wearing it, but I'd really like to wear it again." She offered a weak smile, hugging the garment to her chest once before laying it on the table in front of them. She took care to flatten the tattered and well worn fabric out on the table. The dirty rag was desperately in need of a cleaning as well as the extensive repair work. "Th-Thank you," she said apprehensively, suddenly excited to be wearing her dress as early as the Vytal festival.