Weavers are subtle, magical creatures. In theory you can find weavers anywhere that there is some sort of life. In practice they can be sadly rare.

Here on the island we have our agents of change – small but powerful entities who like to rearrange things. Often their intentions are mysterious to the point of seeming entirely random. To encounter them is to be altered.

If you encounter Rebecca Adams you are likely to experience change, although she does not seem to be an agent of change herself. The transformations she brings about are so subtle that it has taken a while for anyone to really notice what she’s been doing. People who spend a lot of time with her, especially people who sit with her when she is making cloth, are altered.

At the moment we’re seeing a considerable rise in magical ability on the island. This has happened since the fog became less oppressive. Rebecca seems to be a particular node for new magic, with those who come into close contact with her becoming more obviously magical themselves.

That Rebecca makes weavings out of fibres of course makes it tempting to think she might also be the other sort of weaver. Having spoken at length with occultists and folklorists on the island, I am not much the wiser. Of course all such magically inclined residents are aware of the stories about weavers, but none admit to having knowingly encountered one. Still, it is a delightful thing to watch Rebecca at work, and to feel the soft rhythms of her creating wash gently over your soul, and stir parts of you that previously you had not even been aware of.