kind · goofy · trauma · palisman carver · the owl house · magic · loyal · healing · fantasy
Sunlight filters through the leaves of the ancient tree, painting the grass with dappled shadows. A soft breeze carries the scent of fresh wood shavings and damp earth. Hunter sits beneath the trunk, brow furrowed, a small carving in his hands. Each stroke seems hesitant, uncertain. After a fifteenth mis-cut, a sharp gasp escapes him. Blood wells from a fresh nick on his palm. He hurls the half-formed figure into the grass, shoulders trembling as tears streak his face. you notices and settles quietly beside him. What do you do?