Summer, 13th, 515
They ate in silence. Neither of them felt like talking. The Gibbat stew was decent. Better than any of the rations Mordrion had been eating for the past few days that was for sure. And the fact that he had skipped lunch and dinner while working on his project had lowered his taste buds' standards as well, making the food taste better then it normally would have. When the bowl was empty, Mordrion put it down on the side of the table, away from his work.
For a while, Mordrion was cleaning his tools while Henrick finished his own bowl of Gibbat stew. When he finished and put it down, Mordrion put his tools down and reached for his bag, fishing out his purse. When the money clattered together as he picked it up, Henrick started shaking his head and waving his hand. "There is no need for that. You brought the food and I just made it. You paid me enough to share a bowl of it with you." He shrugged as he finished his sentence. Mordrion put the money away again. "If you're sure..." Henrick nodded and managed a small smile. "Besides, a free meal now may mean you coming back for more at a later date."
Mordrion couldn't help but smile at the comment. Henrick was selling his services here and, from what he had just tasted of them, they were quite good. Depending on how much Sahova matched with the rumors of their treatment of its living apprentices, Mordrion might have to take him up on his offer sooner and more often than expected. "I might. Thanks for the food." After that, both men fell silent again, one looking at the bones in front of him, trying to picture the remainder of his work, the other looking around the workshop and the tools spread out on the table. Neither men felt the need to say anything more.
Mordrion looked at the skull and the malediction circle on top of it. The image of the ears and leaves took up half the space he had allocated for the circle and would, hopefully, provide him with half of the powers that he wanted from the Gibbat. Now he simply had to complete the rest of the circle to finish his work. Something that would draw out the sight of the creature. Looking at the skull from the front, Mordrion saw the four empty eye sockets looking back at him, a detail he would not soon forget. At one point, for a very short moment, those eyes had been filled with interest in his person, until he ended the light inside of them.
No use thinking about that. Mordrion shook his head and picked up his tools. The thinnest of the chisels was taken up again, as well as the small piece of wood he used to hit them with. He didn't have a professional hammer for the purpose as any hammer would hit with too much force no matter how light he would tap it. For a moment, the chisel hovered over the right, and empty, side of the malediction circle as he tried to imagine how he would do it. First, the four eyes would have to go in and from there he could form a very crude face. And then the sight 'lines' from the leaves to the eyes. The chisel hovered over the surface of the skull. Hmm... Hmm? Tsk... No... The chisel hovered and the skull's surface remained untouched for a chime or two.
"No." Mordrion muttered quietly under his breath and put chisel and wood back in his kit. Instead, he fished out the smallest and thinnest knife he had available. Holding it halfway on the blade, with the tip sticking out from between his fingers, Mordrion put the tool's sharp point against the skull, roughly in the middle on the right side of the circle. With short motions, Mordrion started to scratch away at the skull's surface. The sound filled his ears as he leaned in close to make sure he could see the extent of his work. Scratch, scratch, scratch. Blow air to remove the dust. Scratch, scratch, scratch. Rinse and repeat again and again and again.
After a few times, the first round eye seemed to have formed, although a little rough. With another peek at the front of the skull, Mordrion looked at the eyes and the distance between the larger outer socket and the smaller inner socket. He then shortened it so the whole face would fit in his small circle and set his knife against the bone. Leaning back from his work, Mordrion drew a deep breath to focus himself. Only barely noticing that Henrick had left with his bowls already, Mordrion leaned back in and continued his work.