Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-7838080-20140630233519/@comment-11588669-20140718034144

He hummed softly, and pulled off her head, placing a kiss on her crown. It was one of his more pleasant memories.

"It was a gift from Umbra." He began, a trace of happiness in his voice. "I don't even know when the little bugger got whitewood, or even how for that matter. I know you can buy it, but it's unbelievably expensive. I assume he stole the wood: he's never told me. But there was an entire six months that he'd stay up late, waiting until I fell asleep from sheer exhaustion." He took a moment to breath, and slightly shift Nixia over.

"What he was doing was carving. He had gotten some whittling tools from somewhere, and was working for hours during the night for this. And he gave it to me on my next birthday...I was thirteen at the time. His hands were always bandaged, and he refused to tell me why." Winter smiled fondly. "I've always made sure it was safe and protected. It was the first thing he ever gave me. I treasure it like nothing else. Well, almost nothing." He chuckled softly. "Somehow you wormed your way beside it."