Carving

Dalgina Wolfe-Denahlii · 06-08-2012, 01:00 PM

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The sight of his teeth suprised Dalgina. They were such a pale color, with an almost ivory touch to them, sharp and perfect. They stood out against his darker fur, a contrast holding his frame. She wanted to reach out, stroke his face, feel the shape. To draw it out, abandoning the carving that she was doing. The extended carving was taken, Dalgina nervously waiting for an indication of how well she had done. The moon was hard to create, full and round in it's shape. How could one make it more than a circle?

Her tail wagged, listening to his voice. Ears drooped a little at his questioning, nodding her head. Yes. It's pandora. She accepted the carving back, again testing it's edges. Perhaps if she marked the moon in some way? Dalgina was against marring the smooth surface though, instead reinforcing the delicate rim on the edge that mimicked the soft glow the moon came off. She smiled at his words, bright eyes glowing. Thanks. I tried.

Talking with him was a little difficult, Dalgina struggling with her shyness. Looking at his large hands she smiled again. You can make good things with your hands, I'm sure. Picking up the next block of wood Dalgina worked on a more simple carving, this one for her brother. A simple reflection of the sun. First she carved away the edges, giving out the general shape, before she flicked her knife in, making the delicate rays that would reach out from it, giving warmth. They weren't beautiful, but they fit the sun she made.

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