It was the start of the monumental task of changing the sculptures on the basin of the River of Lamentations from negative to positive.
The sound of the ghosts crying in the river was now familiar to his ears. The sound surged forward like echoes, exhausting all strength in the legs and raising goosebumps.
“What’s an affectionate expression you would have while looking at a baby Orc?”
His first sculpting attempt had failed; this was his second.
When he posed as the Orc Karichwi in the Yurokina Mountains, he had seen quite a lot of Orcs. However, he hadn’t been interested in the weak baby Orcs. Even if he had seen them toddling around in the village, as long as they weren’t his quarry for a quest, he immediately forgot about them once he passed by.
Orc infancy was short, and they grew at a very fast rate.
“What kind of thoughts would a female Orc looking at a baby Orc have?”
It was an expression he could only understand if he was in the mother’s shoes.
Weed had a different idea.
Greedy female Orcs. They found meat. They would drool. But what if their bellies were full right now?
“They would have an absolutely peaceful expression!”
Weed made the female Orc’s head.
There was a splittingly satisfied smile on her lips, and her eyes were laughing, creasing into crescent moons. Her expression wasn’t really bright, but she was still quite pretty considering she was a female Orc.
At least there wasn’t a grievous feeling anymore, such as when she had been holding the child without a head.