Iskra
this heartwood was cut too damn deep
Goose's eyes pop back open the moment the treat hits the floor, nose twitching soon thereafter. With all the grace of a skilled food-snatcher, he leans forward without getting up, tongue curling around the morsel and pulling it in. It's gone in a blink, and whether he tasted it or not is unclear to even himself, but there's a newfound contentment just the same.
The Warden wastes no time in piling up the requested sand, and Iskra watches it with a nod of approval as he slips off his chair. "I think that should be enough, now do you have any ideas on how you want it shaped? It'll be much easier to do when it's still heated and then it'll cool in that form. If you want to sketch them out, I'll go fetch the other materials from the racks." The paper Deimos already set down would work well, and the crafting desk has many a pen and instrument. Goose pops up to escort Iskra in fetching the cobalt and manganese.
The Warden wastes no time in piling up the requested sand, and Iskra watches it with a nod of approval as he slips off his chair. "I think that should be enough, now do you have any ideas on how you want it shaped? It'll be much easier to do when it's still heated and then it'll cool in that form. If you want to sketch them out, I'll go fetch the other materials from the racks." The paper Deimos already set down would work well, and the crafting desk has many a pen and instrument. Goose pops up to escort Iskra in fetching the cobalt and manganese.
I can't see the wood for the trees
