Luciana
cause it makes me that much stronger
makes me work a little bit harder
makes me work a little bit harder
"You could ask Ludo," Luciana pointed out. Glancing up from the frame for a moment, she grunted at Gideon's statements on his brother's lack of communication. Then her head ducked down again as she sawed the last little slot. "There you go."
She held it out for the Priest. It was an open box, with the horizontal rows of holes running through it. "I figured the slots would look shelflike after you layer the paper over it. You can paint little books in between them." Shrugging, she tilted it this way and that for his inspection.
Looking at her own lanterns, she sighed. "Thanks. Still working on them though." Taking out some paper and some paint, she slid it over to him. Then she pulled two pairs of scissors out of her belt, and began cutting the paper she still needed for her creations and offerings.
She held it out for the Priest. It was an open box, with the horizontal rows of holes running through it. "I figured the slots would look shelflike after you layer the paper over it. You can paint little books in between them." Shrugging, she tilted it this way and that for his inspection.
Looking at her own lanterns, she sighed. "Thanks. Still working on them though." Taking out some paper and some paint, she slid it over to him. Then she pulled two pairs of scissors out of her belt, and began cutting the paper she still needed for her creations and offerings.
it makes me that much wiser
so thanks for making me a fighter
so thanks for making me a fighter
