Winter 3rd, 2012 AV Mid day
Sitting alone upon one of the platforms of the Petal of the Endless Epoch. A large man adorned in a dirty green winter coat that traveled down past his knees. His large bulk slumped where he sat, the metal greaves on his legs clinking lightly atop his boots. The heavy armour on his shoulders and along his right arm glinting gently in the overcast sun. Scarfed hand hooded face looking down to what he held within his hand. The weather was delightful, cold. But by far more pleasant that what would eventually come to the Spires. His legs dangling and swinging calmly, the sound of metal upon metal not bothering him in the slightest. His left hand held onto a piece of slightly bent wood, meant to fit over a persons face. More specifically his own face, he had only started the base when he had began his project. Now that he had a few spare moments he could get to work on the rest. Lifting his armoured right arm, the heavy cold iron making mild noises with his movement. The bladed fingers graced along the front of the oak wood. He had carved it from the thick branch easily enough. The bark was the worst, but after he had managed that it was rather easy.
With a light smile on his hidden and scared face, he began to use his bladed fingers to carve away at the rough surface. Gradually using the blade to shave off the lumps and and undesired imperfections. Watching as the grey cold iron worked its way against the tan brown of the wood. Taking an almost meditative look his eyes glazed over into a pure white. Utterly calm in his own little world. Watching the wood curl as he shaved the next undesired bump from its surface. The shavings fell from the mask, falling from his hand and lap all the way to the forest floor. The shadows of his hood hiding the upper half of his face. His calm, peaceful white eyes ever watchful of his carving, continuing to make those smooth and slow gentle motions. Waking from his meditation only to take the mask, lay it upon his face. His right arm moving to mark where his eyes where. Steadily marking a little divot, where he guessed to the best of his ability where his eyes where. Removing the mask from his face he began to steadily began to carve out the eye holes. Smiling gently as his simple creation, looking over his craftsmanship. He was enjoying the calm and slow day. Letting out a long slow and simple sigh, enjoying the piece while he had it.