song of the sea

[CELESTE G.M.]

[align=center][div style="text-align:justify;width:55%;font-size:8pt;font-family:verdana;border-bottom: 1px white solid;padding-BOTTOM: 3px;"]Her wings move in a flutter involuntarily, but the smile on her face shows that it's one of happiness. Or rather, it's a smile, tinged with the same nostalgia and longing that marks every happy memory that she has. Maybe she's grown too old and this is all she is now, longing for a time long gone and never to return until she inevitably dies in some way or another. The past does not want to let her go but she makes no moves to escape it, and the carving reminds her of the man that taught her craft.

[b]"No, no..." She quickly disagrees with Aita's assessment of her own skill. It is something that needs practice of course, but she is impressed with the craftsmanship nonetheless. Not to mention, if she had to guess she would place Aita at no older than half a year, barely an apprentice, and yet she can produce something so detailed now that Temulin looks forward to seeing it develop. The smile on her face grows from a small soft smile to one more readily recognise as impressed as she lingers on it.

[b]"It's the best I have seen for some time. The symbols are foreign to me, I will admit - but it is no easy task to carve into bone." She can't tell what the symbols are supposed to mean, but she would hazard a guess that the moon was meant to offer protection, perhaps of the divine? It certainly didn't look like the sort of sigil that would be used to curse, even if she wasn't overly familiar with the symbolism that such a thing would invoke. She glances at the knife too, and then back to Aita with a warm smile.

[b]"It's lovely to see someone with such talent carving. I have half a mind to ask you to teach me." Her tone is definitely sincere in her flattery, and it's plain to see from her face that she is genuinely impressed at Aita's handiwork.