They then went to the hallway that Peytra’s archways adorned. Marii and Peytire were all too happy to offer their semi-professional opinions on her work. Growing up with their father meant they all had a familiarity with carving and sculpture, which they wielded on one another with the kind of casual criticism that is only bred in siblinghood.
“You know, if you’d have used a pointed knife to do the gouging on that filigree work instead of a small chisel, you would have gotten a nice rounded shape to the dots on those leaves,” said Marii, a hand on her chin.
“Yeah, but it’s harder to control for depth if you hammer in at a straight angle with a pointer; I have more control with an angled chisel,” Peytra replied, trying not to sound irked.
“Just use a measuring block.”
“That doesn’t work
