Making his way back out to the tree and where he'd left his galdr, Dylan strode with purpose. There was still much to be done...and no time could be wasted. He needed to start working with the shape of that stick of wood. Needed to start smoothing it out and getting the rough edges taken care of. That's why he also had a pair of dragonhide gloves in his back pocket.

They had textured areas with the fingers went.

Once he'd made it to the tree, he took a seat and picked up the galdr. Luckily...it was right where he'd left it and no forest animal had come along and snatched it. Dylan thought this was a good thing...considering he didn't really care about animals the way others did. There was no telling was he would've done to one...

A less dangerous one, mind.

Either way, he started shaping his galdr by wrapping his hands around it, applying pressure as he rubbed along his wooden form. Dylan could actually feel the nicks and slight indents in the wood as he touched at it...using the outer material of his gloves to his advantage.

In fact, over the next couple of days, he repeated this process, rubbing, touching, and finger-molding the galdr. At some point, he'd decided to ditch the gloves and had just taken to rubbing and squeezing out the kinks...

Merlin, this was tedious.