03.Jan.21, 05:54 AM
“I suppose we could build them on a plate or something small and moveable,” A’tay commented when he saw Zelana’s attempt to move the snow crumble. Maybe if the snow was a bit wetter it would compact tightly enough that they could carefully move a small sculpture but building them directly on a piece of wood seemed the smartest course. “I know the basics of chess but it’s really more T’ryn’s speed. He has that tactical mind and I can’t think far enough ahead to plan out strategic moves. But it could be fun to have a big board in the snow.” Probably exhausting as well with moving everything around but it had some appeal. Maybe if they did—or didn’t—bring Lazerat he could work on that.
He worked on for a few minutes, doing his best to make his piece look like a horse’s head. It was kind of a struggle and it was close to becoming a dragon’s head so he leaned into that and fixed some of the edges. He glanced at Zelana’s work to see how she was fairing and snorted with a soft laugh at the phallic imagery. She seemed to notice about the same time and started correcting it and A’tay smiled and then shook his head at her question. “No, definitely a lot of practice. Even for these pieces I drew them out so many times to be confident with the shapes so they’re just etched into my brain now. If I can break it down into math and angles, I might be able to reproduce something eventually but I suck at just drawing something on the spot.” He didn’t think of himself as an artist and barely even thought about himself as a woodworker. He
Getting to his feet, A’tay assessed his work and found it passable. Zelly’s pawn-turned-rook was coming along nicely as well and he complimented her work. He wondered if they should try the bishop next but it was kind of phallic as well—whoever invented the game seemed to have something on their mind regularly. “Let’s do the king and queen and then we might have time for a small snow fight before we go in.” He’d noticed how much that had caught Zelana’s attention so a little battle with flinging or kicking snow about wouldn’t hurt too much.
He worked on for a few minutes, doing his best to make his piece look like a horse’s head. It was kind of a struggle and it was close to becoming a dragon’s head so he leaned into that and fixed some of the edges. He glanced at Zelana’s work to see how she was fairing and snorted with a soft laugh at the phallic imagery. She seemed to notice about the same time and started correcting it and A’tay smiled and then shook his head at her question. “No, definitely a lot of practice. Even for these pieces I drew them out so many times to be confident with the shapes so they’re just etched into my brain now. If I can break it down into math and angles, I might be able to reproduce something eventually but I suck at just drawing something on the spot.” He didn’t think of himself as an artist and barely even thought about himself as a woodworker. He
Getting to his feet, A’tay assessed his work and found it passable. Zelly’s pawn-turned-rook was coming along nicely as well and he complimented her work. He wondered if they should try the bishop next but it was kind of phallic as well—whoever invented the game seemed to have something on their mind regularly. “Let’s do the king and queen and then we might have time for a small snow fight before we go in.” He’d noticed how much that had caught Zelana’s attention so a little battle with flinging or kicking snow about wouldn’t hurt too much.