I AM AN OLD SOUL LOOKING FOR REST | whittling

[devland]

[align=center][div style=" background-color: transparent; border: 0px solid black; width: 60%; min-height: 8px; font-family: arial; line-height: 110%; text-align: justify; padding: 25px"]Art was hard. Devland's quick sketches in his journals were nice enough, but he refused to actually attempt drawing or painting. He certainly had never considered carving things either. Granted, he supposed he had never harbored a need to want to do those things, but the longer he stayed in the Typhoon, the more aware he became that everyone had a nice, artistic hobby. He felt like he was falling behind, but he was also too apathetic to really commit to anything. Besides, he could vicariously live through others.

He had been watching the great dragon whittle away for quite a while before making himself known. "You're pretty talented," Devland noted, taking a seat near Lucifer, watching him work. He was surprised the large being could craft such tiny things. Half-lidded eyes surveyed the growing wooden menagerie with interest. He had seen things like this before, but the craftsmanship of Lucifer's creations excelled ones the boy had previously seen.

His head lolled to one side. "Where'd you learn how to do this?" He wondered if there were secret lessons the Typhoon held for these sorts of things. If there were, he wondered why he hadn't heard about them considering he liked to throw himself in everyone's business.