It was soon the day of midwinter's eve. Gerald was shocked by how quickly it came, although he assumed that that was also the result of him sleeping for so long.
Now, he'd be late for the party tonight.
He was in the forge and the skeletons kept it hot for him as he worked. The mold he had formed the previous two days, carving it notch by notch into the molding clay, and from there forming the cast. He debated on making multiple but decided against it. It was supposed to be a one of a kind piece after all.
