Mihir

“withdrew a wooden figurine. He kept it hidden from sight. “What is that?” she asked. “Did you make it?” He nodded. “Show me.” They might be friends, but Bon was a dull fieldclaw and Ahk was heir to the Kym family business. He couldn’t help but obey. Bon lifted his claw, opening it to display the figurine. Plucking it from his grip, she leaned forward, squinting to take in the exquisite detail. Carved and painted, it depicted a bright female. The veins in the upper wings were meticulously captured. The antennae, whisps of thin wood that looked like they’d snap if she breathed on them, expressed exuberant humour.”
― Michael R. Fletcher, The Storm Beneath the World