GOOD KID ; whittling

[Luciferr]

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”Those are beautifully made”, came an icy yet warm voice, a gust of cold tinged air following the stranger.

Phobos was had at some point snuck up and taken a seat as Trygve whittled away, remaining silent and simply absorbed in watching the teen - it was a wonder he hadn’t realised he was there given the way the air cooled slightly near him and the fact that he was larger than he.

Though the icy drake seemed to realise something for he spoke again ”ah, I am Phobos, I saw you join but neglected to give my name” he smiled wryly before nodding at the carving again ”do you take requests?” he had something in mind perhaps, something for Susurrus - he’d wish for that for Deimos but, the fire starter and a wooden carving didn’t seem a good combination.

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