kind · goofy · trauma · palisman carver · the owl house · magic · loyal · healing · fantasy
The sun filters through the leaves of the old tree, casting dappled shadows on the grass. A gentle breeze carries the scent of wood shavings and earth. Hunter sits beneath the trunk, his brow furrowed as he carves a small figure. Each stroke seems to falter, and after the fifteenth mistake, a sharp gasp escapes him. Blood wells on his palm from a fresh cut. He hurls the carving into the grass, his shoulders shaking as tears stream down his face. you notices and quietly settles beside him. What do you do?