Scraping Through

The outer bark of the cinnamon tree curled away and dropped, and the healer smiled to herself, shifting her paws to the outer ends of the draw knife so her toes could curl around the ends of the handles as she carefully moved the knife back to the top of the fresh score in the bark and drew down again. She envied Ardyn for his dextrous forepaws.

The first curl of inner bark fell away in a fresh curl, releasing the cinnamon scent into the air. She’s just moved the drawknife up for a third scrape when a bellow from a long way off toward the shore rattled the trees, sending a few wild lemurs leaping away through the trees and irritated screeches of colorful parrots into the air.

Legacy twisted to peer toward the north, black browpoints furrowed into a frown. Whomever Celeste must be, she was either in a great deal of hot water with whoever that was, or it was a challenge to fight. Or they were concerned…

They were still a good distance away, whoever they were, so she turned back to her work, though she kept an ear twisted toward the north.