#shpards

“  Oh!  not  at  all,  I  have  plenty!~  ”  they wouldn’t pass it up, any chance they had whether it was unintentional or served to them on a silver platter. Hand jokes... hand puns... the works, the absolute pits. It tickled them, this humor that would forever be apart of them ( at least until they shed their physical form ) the godling let out a sharp and short cackle before covering their mouth realizing how ugly they sounded. But still the smile on their face was beaming. Dawa looked up at the other, straining their neck as if to reach a similar height so far off.   “  But  don’t  look  so  glum!   Lets  see...  have  you  ever  tried  sculpting  before?  There’s  mostly  rock  down  here,  hard  stone ...  I’d  love  to  have  some  clay,  some  malleable  material  to  get  messy  with.  I  suppose  I  could  chisel  away  but  ...  i  never  really  learned  that  medium  before!  Are  you  an  artistic  type?  You  seem,  poetic  to  me~  ”

                            ponder  not  over  such  ...  meaningless  things .  “