[Thoughtful, the Fool at last dusts off the carving he has been working on for some time and sets it down on the table in front of him.
Smartly,] One fellow requested his own face. [A frank look suggests both some amusement at the request, as well as some exasperation. He goes on,] Another a small replica of the ship he sailed upon in his own world.
[A pause. Then, regarding Zephyr askance,] I should say that my particular gift is not limited simply to working a chisel against wood grain. Let me show you a bit of what I mean.
[One of the Fool's hands is covered in a simple leather glove, though it takes little time for him to remove it. The tips of two of his fingers seem to be coated in a fine layer of silvery grey substance, as though they have just been dipped in molten metal. Then, reaching for the little wood carving of what appears to be a bird, he gently smooths his thumb across its wing; the sudden rush of almost lifelike detail to the wood grain is certainly unexpected.]
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Smartly,] One fellow requested his own face. [A frank look suggests both some amusement at the request, as well as some exasperation. He goes on,] Another a small replica of the ship he sailed upon in his own world.
[A pause. Then, regarding Zephyr askance,] I should say that my particular gift is not limited simply to working a chisel against wood grain. Let me show you a bit of what I mean.
[One of the Fool's hands is covered in a simple leather glove, though it takes little time for him to remove it. The tips of two of his fingers seem to be coated in a fine layer of silvery grey substance, as though they have just been dipped in molten metal. Then, reaching for the little wood carving of what appears to be a bird, he gently smooths his thumb across its wing; the sudden rush of almost lifelike detail to the wood grain is certainly unexpected.]