come fill up your grail

Ken had an artists eye, so when Jael told him the purpose of the holes and demonstrated on a bit of driftwood he grinned widely and got to work. He wasn't in a rush, each piece observed from multiple angles before he took to it with the hot nail, rocking the tool from side to side, twisting it this way and that, firm but sensitive to the slight give in each piece that indicated he was almost through. He looked to the other piles of bone and glass, puzzling over how they might possibly achieve the same with the tools they had on hand.

It was like a switch had flicked in his brain and he wandered off briefly to pick through the undergrowth. Too thin, too brittle, too straight, each stick was picked up, looked over and tossed aside until the perfect stick was found. He then dove into his stash to retrieve a length of leather cord, tying it about each end of the bent stick until it looked like a childs play bow. Wrapping the cord so it controlled the spin of the nail, he held the metal steady with his other paw, taking care to balance it with a single pawpad before rocking the bow back and forth. There, much more efficient. He side-eyed Jael, wondering just what she might make of his mad science experiment, silently hoping for some sign of approval.