Catch me if you can

Paphyra stared at the ebony shards in front of her and pursed her lips. With an extremely sharp jade knife she began to whittle them down into fine arrows. She hummed as she ran her fingers across the wood and shaped it with qi. Cajoling it to straighten, removing tiny lumps and filling holes.

When she was finished, she smiled at the six fine ebony arrows and she picked them up and carefully placed them into a black quiver hanging on the wall.

She stretched then made her way along the timber path. The building works were in full swing now the master builder had some help. She slid down her favourite tree and walked towards the willow at the centre of the glade.

She sat and said, "The ebony needs time to renew, should I make him a living spear?"