Adrienn Novak

The sun filtered through the clouds, painting the mountain landscape with golden brushstrokes. Adrienn didn’t notice it, of course, despite being on the terrace, because all his attention was on carving the Stanford Pines figurine, reproducing from memory all the details in the wood. 'Rrrr… Rrrr… Rrrr… rrp-rrp-rrp-rrp' Adrienn was purring as he concentrated on his work, gently moving his R’s behind his teeth in a rhythm: three slow and separated, four fast and together.