Shiori held up the small carving she was working on, the leaves of the tree they were sitting under sending dappled shadows dancing across her hands as she turned it this way and that.
“See,” she said out loud as she ran a finger over the delicate lines of what would be the legs of a pegasus when she was done, “after you have the basic shape blocked out then you go in and start adding details.” As she spoke she could almost hear her grandfather’s voice, echoing across soft memories of a warm afternoon not unlike this one, as he told a much younger her almost the exact same thing. “You just have to take your time, and not rush. Work at a steady pace and you’ll get there eventually.”
“Easy for you to say,” her tall companion grumbled, “you’re already really good at...Ow!” He muttered something like a curse as he dropped the chunk of wood he’d been trying to work on and stuck his finger in his