Pull at the Strings // bone arts and crafts

[shinigami sakigami]

By the time Jormungand had agreed to do so, Arfur had completed his windchime. With a bright grin across his face, he shuffled the object over to Vale. Proud of his handiwork, the pup would not and scoot back over to the pile, sifting through the bones with a bit of difficulty. The pup was still small with not much muscle to assist in him moving the pile around.

Then, he found what he needed. Ebony eyes trailing back towards the former, his tail shot up and wagged. Skeletal features shifted back and forth and a grin fell upon his face. “This one!” he proclaimed proudly, dropping it at their feet. It was only then that he realized others had joined the crowd.

“You aren’t helping, Kold?” Arfur inquired, a frown taking up his face as he waited for a response.