He picks up a new piece of wood, giving it a look over. "You see how you can count the rings, on this side?" He shows her the underside, where they're visible, before he adjusts it in his hand to have his own turn practising. "I think the idea is you're kind of peeling those off."
Granted, he's not technically that much better than Taylor, but the bark does seem to peel back a lot more easily than how she's been doing it, even if it still comes off in chunky fits and bursts.
"Right. Plus, palistrom wood is magic. This is- purely conjecture," he adds, a little sheepishly, as he starts trying to build a rough blocky shape with the wood - he keeps glancing over at Flapjack for reference, trying to keep the wood from getting too small. "But apparently it might be possible that when you're carving the wood, the palisman can feel you trying to create them."
Flapjack shakes his head, and chirps a few times, conversationally, and Hunter nods as the bird pauses, bringing his wing up to his beak like he's scratching his chin, and then tweets again.
"...he says he remembers waking up, and meeting the person who carved him, but that was... a really long time ago," Hunter translates. "That... maybe being carved is what being hatched from an egg feels like."
Taylor has to press her lips thin for a moment, because the little chin-scratch is too cute. Bird please.
"Well, afraid I don't have a- don't have a good frame of reference for that, either." She does have to pause, a flicker of memory needing squished, but she shakes it off and smiles. "Thought I'd ask, though."
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He picks up a new piece of wood, giving it a look over. "You see how you can count the rings, on this side?" He shows her the underside, where they're visible, before he adjusts it in his hand to have his own turn practising. "I think the idea is you're kind of peeling those off."
Granted, he's not technically that much better than Taylor, but the bark does seem to peel back a lot more easily than how she's been doing it, even if it still comes off in chunky fits and bursts.
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"Flapjack... do you remember being carved?"
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"...he says he remembers waking up, and meeting the person who carved him, but that was... a really long time ago," Hunter translates. "That... maybe being carved is what being hatched from an egg feels like."
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"Well, afraid I don't have a- don't have a good frame of reference for that, either." She does have to pause, a flicker of memory needing squished, but she shakes it off and smiles. "Thought I'd ask, though."
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