((honestly I prefer 'she or her'))<br/><br/>"The wooden base wont work?", I seem puzzled, "this is the hardest wood in the forest... I molded it from my own dragon-wood, it should be Tougher than iron...if there is something wrong with the base, I can easily grow a new one", *to compliment my explenation, I hold up my palm and litterally grow a head for the spade end of the weapon right from the wood of my palm*. "if you could only discribe what need be done, I should be able to replicate a working weapon", *not realizing the need in the way I spoke, I leaned forward over the aqua sac staring at it specifically, a treatment of some oil, or perhapse a herbal solution to preserve the orgain....AH I JUST  DONT KNOW", *I puff out pink petals as if sneezing in my frustration, making my belly bounce outwards and then jostle about*.<br/><br/>*Quickly becoming frustrated with the weapon, I grip one of my armored claws and seem to pop it loose from my elbow, drawing a pink muscular arm from what was confirmed to be a wooden gauntlet, two large green patches which seem to be comprised of vines running along the inner and outer sides of my arm mustve been what was keeping the wooden gauntlet in place, from here I set in fixing parts of the ludroth to the apendage, particularely the claws and some sponge, I then repeat with the otherside, as well as my feet and many other segments of my body, and lastly throwing together a sponge coat presumably to sling around my waist once my belly is done with my dinner, at which point, after removing my thick wooden armor, my limbs now seem almost half the size they were, making my large belly all the more pronounced as my arms rest atop it working on my crafts.*