Elina said nothing, losing herself in his warmth. At least until the peanut gallery started complaining about the interruption in their show and loudly at that.
"Fine! I get back to work." Raaz grumbled while Elina chuckled.
"It's the price of fame, dear." She watched him work together with the kids, appreciating his strong yet precise hands.
Raaz had kept his word and improved his skills with the help of Salaark's best woodcarvers. When he was done, the coiled dragon figurine closely resembled the family insignia.
It was much more detailed and elegant than the one he had made for Aran years ago.
"It's beautiful." Elina clapped her hands. "Once you take care of making the wings, claws, mouth, and scales more detailed it will be perf-"
