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Manhandling Symbol Starters
♧ - slap my muse’s hand away from something they shouldn’t touch
It was a couple days since the Noble had decided to take upon the task of carpentry, and needless to say that she had improved greatly since the Timbermaster gave the Wight her first task. She had been working diligently, improving her skills with each piece she made for the elezen to inspect.
He had given her the task of creating a batch of wooden shields for the newest recruits to the wood wailers. At first she was hesitant, her past with the wailers was not a fond one to remember for her. But it was her mentors orders, so she followed them.
As she was gathering her supplies from the back of the mill, something caught her eye. A small glint of metal in the back of the storage room, she only saw it because the sunlight reflected from the metal. Curiosity taking the lead, she walks to the back of the room to further inspect what was causing it.
There she found a saw, resting on a small brown cloth. It looked as if it was loved and used a lot, the blade dull and rounded. It was a bit bigger than the one she was given, made for someone bigger than her for sure.
Slowly, she reached out to grab the handle, getting ilms from it’s leathery grip before she felt a sharp pain across the back of her hand. She rears back, pulling her hand back to her body as she looks to her side.
There stood the Timbermaster, looking rather displeased.
“There’s something called minding your own business and not touching that which isn’t yours.” He says coldly, gesturing her towards the door. The wight swallowed hard as she gives a nod, bowing in an apology.
“I’m sorry, Master Beatin, I’ll get back to work.” She says with her head still bowed low. She lifted her head up, gathered the things she had came there for, and made her way out.
The image of the saw still lingered in her head, mayhaps later she would ask him about it. But for now, she had shields to make.
