Evetrie does not know why she's been summoned to the main temple of her city. There aren't many reasons for her to be summoned, alone, to the temple. She had notice, she was told in advance to be at this temple, at this specific time, and there wasn't even a hint about what could possibly be the reason. This is immensely frustrating.

More than anything she wants to know - but it'd be rude (and maybe a bit sacrilegious) to demand an explanation from the gods themselves. The summons came directly from them. Except not being told why she's being summoned is also kind of rude, and the gods are immortal, right, surely they're used to it...? But that's not an excuse, is it. But what if she needs to prepare for something, what if they're asking her to help with a magical project, what if she could be spending her spare time working on her skill with fire or water or life for more precision, more control, more power...? But what if it's not that at all, what if the point is that she's not supposed to be prepared, what if she's just overthinking it...?

She's almost certainly overthinking it. It's - probably not important. (But it seemed pretty important.) She's freaking out for no reason. Knowing that doesn't make it stop. If anything, it makes it worse, because along with the nervous energy is a nervous 'I'm-being-silly-and-overreacting' energy, and the latter mixes with the former and they have a baby together, and the baby has all of the combined powers of the nervousness that came before, magnified and concentrated and driving her to fidget relentlessly. She ruined three of the hems of her sleeves before her mother decided to solve this problem, by dropping a book on knitting, two needles, and a whole lot of yarn on her anxious fidgety daughter. Evetrie has been knitting furiously ever since.

The day of the summons, she arrives early, she sits in an out of the way corner, and she continues her trend of furious knitting. These mittens will be aggressively knit with extreme prejudice. They will be such good mittens.