Little Innugati had managed to get a piece of mouse bone stuck between her teeth again and was chirping pitifully at Hilael until he consented to assist her. She perched on a rock and opened her mouth wide, waiting patiently for Hilael to pick her fangs.
"I thought I said I didn't do teeth?" Hilael grumbled as he carefully dislodged the irritation. "I'm an apothecary. I'm not a healer, dentist, bone-setter, midwife, surgeon, butcher, baker, or candlestick maker. If people keep expecting me to do more than grind herbs, I'm going to grind them up with my stone instead!"
Innugati trilled extra sweetly at him after he had finished removing the bone fragment and ran her tongue between her fangs to check for more stubborn debris.
Written for Artober.
So I finally remembered this was supposed to be a study challenge and referenced some facial profiles, anatole lizards, north Alabama boulders, and my hand.
