to be a star you must burn

Stroke by stroke Incubus was beginning to make way with his soon to be spear. The rough outer layer of bark was nearly gone and it was just time to get it completely smooth and even. Though, the repetition was causing his neck to ache slightly so the brute took a small break. His pale gaze moved along the territory before him and to his surprise a Princess was headed his way. The tall yet slim gal moved his way and he couldn't help but to feel a smidge curious.

As the distance between them closed Inc offered a small nod of respect. But, before he could verbally greet his niece she let forth a question. And without hesitation Incubus responded, "Of course I wouldn't mind." A small grin swept across inky lips as he gestured to his spear in the making, "Just doing some woodwork. Today's project is a spear." Pale eyes flashed to her, "What are you up to today?" He eyed her equipment with curiosity.