"Can I try that again, I think I got some air."

The block re-burns.

Practice practice.

After a few more tries he can manage to capture the flame very narrowly indeed.

"Nifty. Thank you, Telarin."

"You're welcome," he says politely.

"Practice seems to matter, can I get a bigger rock to sculpt with?"

"Sure." He appears three copies of another rock, which is twice as big as the first practice rock but greyer and not nearly as sparkly.

Cor turns it sideways and delicately nibbles at it with void. ...he looks up, finds a cloud, yoinks the cloud, and attempts to use it as a template.

He knows things about the shape of that cloud and can use them to inform the aims of his rock-nibbling! Although he will have to make some editorial choices about how to translate the cloud shape into a rock shape unless he wants to turn the rock into a wispy arrangement of rock vapour. It would be unlikely to hold its shape very long if he did that.

He is happy to make editorial choices. He just wants to get the contours right. He leaves some parts unfinished and carves in cloud animals. A bear, a sheep, a lizard.

Riale glances back at the cloud-rock and giggles.

"Are you laughing at my extremely dignified cloud sculpture?"

"Yes! It's great!"

"Based on a true, uh, cloud."

He giggles harder.

"I'm glad you like it."

"You have my full support in your budding career as a sculptor."

"Can you think of any other good practice avenues?"

"You could try engraving writing in things? I'd suggest voiding stuff that's far away but I don't super want you deleting entire hills off the landscape..."

"The cloud was reasonably far away, I wanted a grey one." He turns to the bottom of his sculpture and attempts to sign it.

"That's really cool," says Riale, although he has to keep enough attention on the forest as they near their destination that he can't watch the writing appear the way he clearly wants to.

Cor leaves off practicing as they descend.

They approach the meadow. "Where, uh, is she...?"

"Thataway." Point.