11th of Autumn, 513AV He tried to copy the hands beside him, the chisel held lightly over the pre-made design, and his hammer poised. She made it look easy with her steady taps and movements but he knew it wasn’t so. “If you don’t do something soon, you’re gonna be shoveling horse shyke for the rest of the day.” Nkosi shoved his attention back to his own work, and tapped the hammer against the chisel. Too hard. Much too hard, he thought staring at the swell of red coming from his finger. He felt a laugh bubble out of him until he seen the piece of skin, and the grin fell away to a grimace. “Petch!” He finally dropped the hammer and jerked his hand back, the skin tearing off completely and quickening the flow. With another curse, this time thrown at his sisters’ laughter, he tugged off his shirt, dripping blood over his hair, face and chest. “Petch, petch.” He hissed out as he quickly wrapped his hand in the shirt and turned to face his still chuckling sister. “Petch. You think it’ll be fine on its own?” “Do I look like a damned healer? Go see an Opal.” She waved him off impatiently, already cleaning the spattering he’d left on the table. With a nod he slipped out of the tent and began a quick walk, almost jog, towards the Opal Healing Tents. -- It wasn’t until he reached the tents that he remembered the spattering’s on his face and chest. The small gasps that announced his arrival and he shook his head with a rueful grin. “It’s not that bad. Just a finger.” “You lost a finger?!” Laughing a bit he shook his head and held out the bulky, shirt covered hand with only a few streaks of red. “Chisel accident. I think I just took outta chunk of my finger, fingers still attached though.” “Explain yourself better next time,” he was scolded, “Come with me I’ll get you patched up.” “Actually,” He had seen her when he came in, a few times previous as well, and there she was now. Her blonde hair tied up in a way that spoke of bells of work, she was tall, pretty, and around his age. But he wasn’t usually the one in need of help so he never wasted her time but now…“I’d like her help.” He pointed directly at the young woman. |