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Rich, red drips rolled down the knife. Sticking out un’s tongue at un’s reflection, Va’or’s brows furrowed in concentration. Radiant, round drops drip-plopping into the water were accompanied by a further furrow of the child’s brows.
The shape had to be just right; the lingering, lengthy, leaf of skin had been carefully carved, cut, and corrected –whittled from pointy elven ears to comforting human ones.
Ears like Kade’s, Mama’s, Papa’s, and even the barkeep’s.
Satisfied with the first ear, Va’or laid down un’s knife, leaned over the water, and admired un’s craftsmanship, only obscured by beautifully beady pearls of blood.