Open How Does One Go About Catching A Storm?

[Kizora DuLonite]

"My mother taught me how to carve before I left her. I've always wanted to become as good as her."

She nicked her finger viciously, and slammed the eating knife into the ground. Her other hand wrapped around it, stopping the excessive bleeding. She muttered a strong word underneath her breath, focusing as she saw her breath as a heavy puff of air.

"That's why I should probably wear gloves doing this. Here, you try."

She handed her a spare piece of wood she had, and the eating knife, still clutching her other hand. Most of her fingers were at least a little scarlet.

"Do you have a spare piece of cloth or something? I think I cut myself just a little deep."