whittling away at the time

Alma · 11-24-2011, 09:27 AM

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I don't remember if Vesper was already sitting down or not. If she was, ignore Alma's comment. >.>

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Alma grinned. There was something deeply amusing in seeing the scarred warrior admit she'd like to whittle. She acted like she admitting some dark secret, and perhaps she was. Alma couldn't imagine what it was like to be a new luperci since she was born with the virus. She was, however, familiar with her own family. They had scorned and looked down upon the luperci lifestyle as much as this woman had, but for different reasons. Her family saw it as contradicting 'tradition', whereas this woman seemed to view it as some type of weakness or a hindrance. Maybe it was, since she had so little time to get used to it.

"Come, sit down." She motioned to a place beside her, "It is a bit hard to whittle while standing up." It was possible, but not very comfortable.

Alma did not look to see if she had done as asked, and instead turned to the pile of wood on her right. Most of the wood had already been stripped of bark and the first few outer layers, but one stick still had the bark intact. She picked up that piece, and then her knife. The knife was stone, recently sharpened, and the handle was covered in twine - because it would be uncomfortable to hold otherwise.

She had chosen a piece of wood with bark on it because the outer layers were easier to deal with than the hardwood inside. They would probably be more satisfying to remove, at least at first.

"This is how you hold the knife," She demonstrated, with most of her fingers wrapped about the handle - except her thumb which was placed behind the blade, on the side that lacked a sharp edge. Her other hand held the piece of wood in place, with her fingers curved around the bottom. She pushed forward with her thumb, shaving off a strip of bark. As the knife moved, she adjusted her free hand so it was behind the blade. "Be careful not to put any fingers in front of the blade, or you could cut yourself." Her own hands were covered with faint lines, scars from when she was too eager and forgotten that rule.

She stopped suddenly, and handed the knife (handle first) and stick to Vesper. "Try it."

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