NIKI
"I am sure I can spare one trinket box without struggling to put food on my table," Niki says with an amused smile, and with a few more skilled taps of the mallet, produces the curved lid of one such box. "Though I will keep you in mind for any further help, if you ever feel like an afternoon of such things." Crafting in company, he is finding, is pleasant in a way he really hadn't expected, the boy carefully fitting the pieces together again to test them before he sets one grouping of metal aside for later.
"Would you like to try? He offers mallet and wood to the other man, having noted the gleam of curiosity in his eyes as he'd been working. "With the wooden piece as a guide for the shape, you can't really go wrong. It just - ah--" Having picked up another piece of metal, Niki is not so lucky as Sunjata to avoid any nicks or cuts, and a drop of blood wells to the surface of his thumb. "A cautionary tale about gloves," he says with a self-deprecating smile, fishing for a handkerchief in his pocket to stem the bleeding.
"Would you like to try? He offers mallet and wood to the other man, having noted the gleam of curiosity in his eyes as he'd been working. "With the wooden piece as a guide for the shape, you can't really go wrong. It just - ah--" Having picked up another piece of metal, Niki is not so lucky as Sunjata to avoid any nicks or cuts, and a drop of blood wells to the surface of his thumb. "A cautionary tale about gloves," he says with a self-deprecating smile, fishing for a handkerchief in his pocket to stem the bleeding.
my body's on the line now; I can't fight this time now
I can feel the light shine on my face
I can feel the light shine on my face
