Her hands wove intricate patterns in the air as she chanted softly.

Her bony hands wove together, the knuckles sticking out of the skin.

His hands wove in feathery patterns before her eyes, and he began to mutter strange words.

Her hands woven with lumpy veins, she wheels herself along.

His hand wove patterns down to her belly and beneath.

His hands wove a pattern through the air too fast for the eye to see.

Both hands lifted and wove rapidly through the air.

He saw another man, whose hands were weaving mystically in the air.

And out of it just as quickly, both hands weaving, weaving.

His right hand weaved back and forth menacingly, never still.