The rings of fire, part one
Alex said, peering suspiciously at the carving in the lid of the box, daring it to contradict him by glowing again. the carving remained obstinately dull and he at once questioned if he had seen it in the first place.
Legend of the OmeletWings - Chapter 21: Reunion
Em stared at Summit sprawled on the floor, her breath still caught in her throat. Summit had come, he'd found her. Why? Why had he come to her? She'd told him. She didn't deserve him. He shouldn't be here. Em pushed back the tears she felt beginning...
Embers of Dawn: Chapter 37: The Song That Woke Stone
Not in fear, never that, but in a sound carved from pain and fury as a platinum claw the size of a tree trunk smashed across her flank.
City Sector Uplift part 1
When galon was done, he cut off his stone magic and caught that small carving of the new city sector in his paw.
Ander - Part 4: Subchapter 8
Hezzi held out his hand and showed him what he had risked his life for - the small, wooden carving of his brother, smeared with ash and blood, but otherwise unharmed.
Legend of the OmeletWings - Chapter 11: Market
The mudwing looked at the carving and smiled, probably remembering her time crafting it. she named her price, and embryo told her she'd be back later for it.
Ander - Part 3: Subchapter 41
He didn't care if he had to carve it in with his bare nails, as long as it got done. his own blood was his downfall.
Memories die slower
[a dragon lying dead in a a sun carved into the ice](http://sofurryfiles.com/std/content?
Ander - Part 2: Subchapter 4
4 hezzi lay on his side, his knees drawn up to his chest, his arms folded tightly against his body, the little wooden figure of himself carved by ander so many years ago clutched tightly in his fist.
Ander - Part 4: Subchapter 50
He lowered his head and the word struck him again, the proof of all his sins, carved into the bark just as it was carved into his heart.
Ander - Part 1: Subchapter 17
He liked to keep his hands busy when there weren't any new projects in the works, and his carvings have bought joy to others in some unexpected ways, such as the tiny sculptures he carved of his family members, each still residing within the tents of their
Ander - Part 5: Subchapter 11
And all the while the little carving would just gather dust on his shelf and watch him sleep with eyes that didn't exist anywhere, not even in his own imagination, because he couldn't figure out what to carve.