Itching

Little Tolly split into over a hundred small pieces, coating each and every one of the fragile pieces. For a moment, it looked as though Leonel had a hundred long lines of silver stacked before him. 

Then, with a thought, they began to twist relative to one another. 

First they combined in groups of five, twisting into a thicker line. Then, those groups of five combined with three others like them to form groups of four. Finally, those full bundles of twenty came together, forming a final line. 

All the while, Leonel's quill moved like lightning. His movements were so controlled and precise that he didn't have to pause Little Tolly's actions even a single time. He was absolutely perfect. 

When Little Tolly finally slipped out from and revealed the final product Jac felt as though his eyes were about to bulge. 

However, as though he didn't notice, Leonel calmly attached the newly made bowstring to its body and lightly pulled.