Winry glances over at the tiger. "Impressive," she says, raising an eyebrow.

*Scar*

I shrug and stuff it in my hidden pocket.
"I carve whenever I can" I admit, pulling another hunk of wood off a dead tree stump and beginning to carve again.

"Can you carve people?" Winry asked, staring at cloudless sky.

*Scar*

I hesitate a moment before answering with a sigh.
"Yeah" I say. I look down at my carving and realize I just carved my brother. He looks like me besides for the fact that he has a large scar across his face. I stuff it into my pocket and pull off some more wood. I start carving again.

Im Blue. She said quietly. She looked around. Where are we supposed to go? She asked.

"You work insanely fast," Winry said. She usually took her time, since police officers weren't exactly patrolling the copper mines where she did most of her graffiti. Not that she couldn't work fast if she needed to.

*Scar*

"I've been carving since I was old enough to hold a knife" I say, trying to be modest and sort of failing.

"This guy said we're supposed to go to cabins or something." She said. "I'm Melody, by the way."

"Uh-huh,"Winry said, losing interest in what he was saying as her thoughts drifted, trying to think of what she would do when she got out.

*Scar*

I examine the figure I just carved. A male lion. It is in a battle stance, mane flowing and jaws gaping. I sigh and put it away. I get up and begin to walk, wondering how long it would take to just walk home.