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heeey dear, would you mind if we finished up in the next post or two? I'm trying to free up some threads for the festival <3


Her soft giggle made his own smile stretch wider. If there was one thing to be said about the oldest Stormbringer child, it was the fact that he almost always had a smile on his face. And today was no different. With the dark girl on his lap and his hands working swiftly to remove any last bits of wood that did not belong, he was content. He'd come to accept the fact that Gideon wasn't coming back anytime soon, the fact that Siku was no longer worth the effort of pining for. Shiloh had Lewis to look after her. The only sibling he really worried about at the moment was Ascher, who hadn't found his way back to Nova Scotia since the snowstorm almost a year ago. It worried him that his brother had been injured or harmed during the bad weather, but he reminded himself to stay positive.



Bright, inquisitive brown eyes were watching his hands move over the wood, teasing out branches and a small scattering of leaves around the knarled trunk. It was beginning to look more decorative than a normal tree might, the branches sitting in a way that spiralled around the main trunk area and opened up like a spring flower. Her little voice came again and Saul chuckled softly. "It won't get bigger, little one. This wood has no roots to grow, and its been cut away for the rest of itself. The tree I'm making from the wood is a representation of a larger tree." He had no idea if she would understand what he'd said, but perhaps Jace would explain it to her if she asked. He removed a scrap of sand paper from his pocket, rubbing it swiftly along the branches and down into the nooks and crannies the complicated structure had caused.


"Would you like this tree, once I've finished?" He asked, green eyes catching brown for a moment. He scraped along the trunk, smoothing down the roughly carved wood and making sure there were no splits that could end up as splinters. He was almost done, and if she wanted the small trinket, she was more than welcome to it. He would perhaps have liked to stain it, but he wasn't sure where to obtain these materials and so it would have to remain the colour of the wood he'd made it from.

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