Sitting cross legged on the fur beside the fireplace, she pulled the right boot into her lap and examines it. Turning it over in her hands she assesses the damage, the sole pulling from its mount, some stitching coming loose. She absently runs her hand over the raise scab on her leg being careful not to scratch the itching wound. Taking the tub of sticky goop made from the lard of bosk and the excretion from the leech plant, she scoops out some with a flat stick and applies it to the inner lip of the sole then presses it tight to the bottom of the shoe and lashes some string around the toe of the boot to hold it in place while the goop drys. She sets that boot aside and decides to work on the stitching on the Left boot while that one sets. Picking it up, she sees the stitching on the entire right side of the boot has fallen apart. Pulling the large bone needle from the basket and threading the leather cording through it, she begins inserting the needle through the punched holes in the side of the boot. She loops the cord on itself at each hole effectively locking the cord on each stitch. This would ensure that even if one stitch was cut, the rest would hold tight. After completing that side, sets that boot down and picks up the right, un-looping the thread and checking the sole tugging on it gently. It holds fast and she smiles. Retrieving the needle and cord once more, she diligently repeats the stitching process on the right boot. Once done, she turns both boots about in her hands, running fingertips over the stitches and the leather, searching for anything else that needed fixing on the boots. Seeing nothing she rises and goes to the fireplace and fishes out a piece of burnt wood. Sitting near the fireplace was a perfectly round smooth stone that she had fished from the river. She took and lifted the rock and pounded the blackened wood into a fine powder. Moving to the kitchen she takes a candle and places it in a small pot. She watches at the wax melts and she pulled the string from the hot wax. Pulling the pot from the stoves she brings it to the hearth and resumes her chore. She picks up a short bristled brush and sticks her hand in the first boot wearing it like a glove. In sharp quick back and forth strokes she buffs the boots, cleaning any dirt and grime from them. Once done to her satisfaction, she repeats the process with the second boot. Placing them to the side, she checks the consistency of the cooling wax dipping her finger into the warm pot. Her fingers push into the pliable semi solid wax and withdrawing them with a smile she scoops up the charcoal powder and places it in the wax. She stirs the charcoal into the wax giving the wax a black tint. Once it was mixed to suit her, she dips the bottom tip of her kirtle into the wax mixture and rubs it into the leather of the first boot moving in circular motion saturating the older boots with black polish. Slowly and methodically her hands move, circling, covering every inch of the newly mended boots. Finishing with one, she moves to the next. Once she is done with the second, she again picks up the first and gives it another ‘buffing’ with the brush knocking any loose wax fragments from the now clean boot. She sits both boots before her on the floor and stares at them. Mended, cleaned and polished so they were effectively waterproof they looked very nice. She smiles inwardly pleased with her job. Rising from the floor, she rubs her leg again around the brand. It really did itch. Sitting the boots in front of the fire to warm, Adira pads off to find something else to clean.