[ There's a considering hum, smiling warmly at her as she takes a seat, showing what he has currently. There's no real shape or form to it, it's only started after all but. ]
Back home, I made a figurine of a friend. Something that looks just like her. Or at least to the best of my ability. In Heaven, I kinda did.. a mix of that and other things? I've whittled flowers, animals, people.. things I thought would fit people.
[ At that pause, their head tilts, before their look softens. ]
I don't mind. If you want, I can teach you? We can make something together.
[ A small chuckle, before he does his best to teach. But he's a little particular about it... showing the ways to whittle, the way he comes to careful and extreme detail.. but as he whittles, he does start to mumble things. Like a ritual of sort.
Except the words are usually on the line of "please look good please look good." ]
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Back home, I made a figurine of a friend. Something that looks just like her. Or at least to the best of my ability. In Heaven, I kinda did.. a mix of that and other things? I've whittled flowers, animals, people.. things I thought would fit people.
[ At that pause, their head tilts, before their look softens. ]
I don't mind. If you want, I can teach you? We can make something together.
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[Rosamund smiles, dippping her head in agreement]
Honestly? I'd love that. [She takes a seat at their side, watching the way the knife moves.] Show me the ropes, captain.
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[ A small chuckle, before he does his best to teach. But he's a little particular about it... showing the ways to whittle, the way he comes to careful and extreme detail.. but as he whittles, he does start to mumble things. Like a ritual of sort.
Except the words are usually on the line of "please look good please look good." ]