You sat beside Halsin as the birds sang and flew by. As the wind softly blew.

Halsin was softly humming as he slowly dragged the knife across the wood, rounding a part of the wood out. He was making yet another duck, this one a little smaller than the other ones he had made.

"Days like these are what make whittling more relaxing."

Halsin commented, setting the shavings in a small pile.

"And having a partner nearby helps."