She wove her own fishnets from the finest silk imported from the Andalusian mountains. She had been weaving since she was little, helping her grandmother with the large fishing nets at the dockside. Now, she wove silk fishnets and wore them stretched over her face. People would stare; they assumed it was a fashion fad. Not for her. She wore them as silken protection. Nets could catch and snare but they could also protect, woven with ancient words and spells. People would look but never see; her fishnet face protected her soul from prying eyes.