#trevor resin

[maximumducks]

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b0770m r1gH7: I drew him horribly im redrawin this when my nu drawin ipad comes in today so i have a fucking PEN [smile] he looks like

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[resinixupi]

Inspired by a lack of EU BJD shops nowadays I picked up all the ingredients to start making my own resin eyes!! 🤩 THIS IS SO MUCH FUN ✨️ unlimited eyesss 🙌 Soon we'll see how they look in Fable! I'm really tempted to make Trevor's (speciallll) eyes now just for the heck of it XD

[bnomiko]

Figure collecting: Richter Belmont 1:4 resin from First 4 Figures

Well look who's here 2 months ahead of schedule - it's Richter Belmont in his iconic Symphony of the Night pose!

I opted for the standard/regular version since I had no plans to swap out the Vampire Killer for a sword. I mean, who thinks of Richter with anything but the whip (and maybe a lil' Hydro Storm, but a plain ol' flask of Holy Water doesn't look so impressive).

Close ups of his suitably smarmy mug, and the great detailing on his belts, sword and whip. The whip has just a tiny bit of flex to it (feels like plastic wrapped wire) so I didn't have that moment of fear that I'd snap it while installing his hands.

(F4F does a great job of making these as easy to assemble as possible - Richter's head and body are a single piece, with the hands and the whip as a single separate item that magnetize in. The sword handle was a small separate piece that just slides in (since the deluxe version has a sword wielding option).)

And here he is with his new unwilling roommate! I know the case is tight, but you both just stuff yourselves in there... yesss... At least Alucard now has a matching playmate? : 3

Simon and Trevor got the boot, as they no longer fit in the case with Alucard : (

(Minor gripe: I wish they had matching bases, just for a more consistent look. Also Richter's base is about 1/4" taller than Alucard's, so it's making him look taller than I think he should be (plus his head is jammed right up against the top of the case since I'd originally built it to hold Alucard only). I don't think there's an official height listed for him but I had always assumed he was either shorter than or same height as Alucard.)

(Very minor gripe: Richter's hair is about the same length as Alucard's, whereas I think it should probably be a hair (heheh) shorter. Some of Alucard's official artwork has his down well past his waist, but he's SO heavy with the cloak, 1.5x heavier than Richter, so I get that for stability purposes it had to be kept shorter.)

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BONUS! ... Since we got some nice promo art to work with, how long is Richter's hair you ask? This long:

: D

[cadavercrafts]

It's my boy Gus Fring from "Breaking Bad" and "better call Saul" which i both binged recently because i fell in love with this evil little man. I didn't sculpt this one as you can see, just fixed up the horrible 3D print and painted it (and added a base and resin crystals yada yada). The story of this sculpt is kinda interesting but also long so it's under the cut. Currently trying to make him glasses but he is so insanely tiny it's a real struggle

So the original figure along with many other breaking bad figures were made by Trevor Grove who is an amazing sculptor and he wanted to get the figures produced and on the market but i think there were creative disagreements or licensing issues or SOMETHING so these were never released. For some bizarre reason i can't quite understand you can buy "knock off" copies of them on aliexpress tho, so basically cheap copies of figures that don't actually exist. I don't know how that happened, maybe a chinese factory had the molds and decided to use them anyway or maybe they had the 3D files for printing. You can either get a really bad quality print or you can get them veeeery poorly painted. I wanted a lil Gussy for my shelf so bad because he is the best and since i do have experience with fixing knock offs... there you go. I would've loved to actually buy a proper one but sadly they never hit the market :( Hopefully i could do the original sculpt justice

[victhesmallestclown]

I’m going to kill Trevor resin

[crazygadgetshere]

US Army Ranger B.A.R Gunner, Pointe du Hoc, Normandy, 1944

Figure and base in 1/9th-scale resin. Only Re-Release Limited re-release of the old Warriors Scale Models classic. 1/9th scale resin figure, Limited run, 50 copies LL-268 US Army Ranger B.A.R Gunner, Point du Hoc, Normandy 1944. Sculpted by Trevor Hensley, From original master $99.00 USD and Free Shipping to all of USA, International shipping at cost. Comes with full large base & 2 different…

[cipheramnesia]

"Don't stare, everyone's gonna know you're a tourist," Loren said, while Sy stared at Archer Station, the main port of New Artemis, perfectly happy to let his mouth hang open in awe.

The port itself had tall columns running floor to ceiling, looking for all the worlds like real marble, same as the floor. The ceiling was a dome, painted with a depiction of the multifacet goddess, displaying hundreds of arms and heads and legs in the patterns of constellations. Several dozen gates to hundreds of airlocks branched from the main atrium, with marble sculpted entryways, flanked by bas relief popular depictions of ancient earth lunar goddesses. Above the arched entryways was a deeply embedded resin window which must have been unimaginably expensive to install in the way that it created an illusion of an airy opening with space and the earth visible through it.

"We're gonna get robbed," Dandridge said. Sy couldn't tell if he was still sulking, or just naturally grouchy. "One look at those eye platters and they're gonna take us all for chumps at the mark-outs."

It was hard for Sy to find a reason to look beyond the grandiose expanse of Archer Station, to the painfully mundane little shops and chain restaurants and ticket kiosks. He heaved a sigh and tried to focus on Loren instead.

The older man raised one eyebrow. "Finished gawking? If you can't keep your mouth from hanging open I'm leaving Dandridge to baby sit you."

"You want to get fleeced even worse?" Dandridge blew out a disgusted sigh.

Sy thought wow, what an incredibly tight knit group, but focused on keeping his mouth shut and his opinions about either of their negotiating skills private. They resumed their brisk walk through the station. Talbert and Nguyen had their own work, sorting out resupply for the Paperclip's next run. Loren wasn't willing to leave him alone with Cat on account of a perhaps correct belief he was too much of a distraction.

Outside Archer Station, Sy blurted out the obvious before he could help himself. "We're halfway up the dome!"

New Artemis spread out and up and down and across, a stomach churning sudden transition from feeling like being flat on the ground to seeing roads and monorail and huge bridges which were buildings or biomes all on their own appear above and below, miles of distance to the curvature overhead or the base of the massive central towers below. Not a single layer was wholly closed up, and no matter what direction he turned, Sy could see a kaleidoscope view of hundreds of cutouts of the city and the dome.

"Oh boy," Dandridge grumbled.

"We'll catch the outer line," Loren said. "Let him get the tourist all out of his system on the ride."

Dandridge looked between Loren and Sy, slumped his shoulders with acceptance. "Fine, probably worth the extra ten minutes. I hate Luna."

"You hate everything. C'mon Sy, there's a car opening up for the line." They headed towards the monorail station, and were mostly successful in keeping Sy from tripping as he took in the sights.

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The anomalous WMD Charybdis, elusive and nightmarishly destructive according to the reports Serah reviewed, was at rest in a very ordinary way on the far side of the moon, engaged in the very non-nightmarish behavior of doing absolutely nothing. "Check," she called in a bored voice, unable to be bothered to lift her cheek off her hand, keeping her eyes on the clock to count off the next five minutes.

Even Trevor sounded worn. "Check, tripniner, inactive."

Kan yawned and leaned back. "Check check check nothing weird, I mean 'no unusual energy signatures.' Boss, it's been an hour of this, haven't we documented enough? Can we skip to decommission?"

One of the gunners, she'd learned his name was Eric - of all the ridiculous sounding names - flashed half a grin over the suggestion. The other one whose name she couldn't remember because it was Ram or Raj or something punched Eric's shoulder, "What?" he said.

Maryam rubbed the bridge of her nose. "Would any of you like to review our report from Panay orbit again? I am quite happy to provide a copy of our footage. Or perhaps your idea is that we will assist in the quantification of Charybdis by provoking it to rip our own ship into tiny little pieces using a gravitation based weapon of unknown design?"

"No ma'am, sir. Ma'am sir. No," Ras or Pas or Paj or something said.

"I dunno, beats whatever this is," Kan said with his usual wry chuckle. Serah was finding his humor to be her only lifeline, but it was wearing fishing line thin.

Trevor said, "And you have obviously considered the possibility that a gravitational weapon could wreak immeasurable havoc on earth central just through being activated on the moon."

Serah banged her head on her desk and, muffled, said, "Check."

"Check," Trevor's voice remained irritatingly beautiful. "Tripni... Hmm." She had the immediate attention of the entire bridge. "Kan?"

"Finally. You see something moving I don't?"

"Perhaps. Could you please review the bounceback from central channel, zero dot zero zero zero seven?"

"That's not..." He scratched his head and switched screens, using a slider over the keyboard to dial in on the signal history. "Huh."

This time everyone turned to Kan. "Just tell us already," groaned Serah.

"The signal has a little delay, just a dot of interference." He frowned. "Shouldn't happen normally, because no one would, uh..."

Trevor stared at him. "Because central would not be so wasteful as to assign two ships to a solitary project."

"Yeah," he said, pulling in a few more readouts to his primary tracking screen. "I mean no, they wouldn't."

It was a fuzzy image culled out of multiple general scans, but clear enough for Serah. "Is that us?"

Kan shook his head. "Just the same class ship. Trying to keep it really sneaky with the overlap of magnetic interference between orbiting bodies. Just hanging out, same as us, keeping eyes on Charybdis. Same as us."

Maryam locked eyes with Serah. "Or, perhaps, they are keeping their eyes on us." She looked away, to the rest of the crew. "I do not like being second guessed or followed. Trevor, I am certain Charybdis will not remain inert forever. Please develop potential angles which we may pursue to immobilize and board this mystery ship."

"That's not..." Trevor, pulled out of her train of thought. "Very well. Let us hope we are prepared before it decides on whatever it's going to do next."

Part 4: A Midnight Summer Dream

a story by @rox-and-prose and @cipheramnesia

Luna was a pale sliver of paint in the stars, a slip of the brush in the forever of the sky.

"That's it," Michele Loren said. "This is where we head our separate ways for the moment."

Laika took her hand of the control vines for Genghis Khan as she stared wordlessly. The earth civ moon, original version, a system unto itself. She had devoured all she could find about Luna, the multifacet god, in hopes to understand the call she felt in the days after leaving home. She'd put the hope of seeing Luna with her own eyes at the bottom of a box and buried the idea. Her muzzle hung slightly agape as she searched for something momentous to say, to share with GK how much it meant to be in the here and now.

She noticed Sy was watching her, and the dryad smiled and glanced away when he saw her seeing him. She blushed and her face felt hot, and she forgot her train of thought.

"I never imagined I'd rob the moon," she said.

"You're only robbing a very, very small part of it," Cat Nguyen corrected.

The crew of the Paperclip were sharing the bridge of Genghis Kahn, with varying expressions of perplexity on their faces watching the werewolf executing the peculiar movements and footwork involved in manipulating the various switches and nerves and pedals essential to a Pilot. Even Doc seemed entranced, silent through all the system jumps, or structure solutions, or whatever GK liked to call them. All except Dandridge who returned to the Paperclip immediately in a sullen huff, vowing never to set foot on GK ever again. Laika was going to need to find out what exactly GK had done to piss him off so bad.

Now they were gathering up helmets and and gloves for their envirosuits, looking around for just the right way to excuse themselves from the room which Laika had seen enough of before she was eight to recognize. "Okay," Loren said. "Well, you know. This should go fine, just stick with the plan, keep it simple, you know."

"I can do better than that," Doc (Laika still hadn't figured out if the woman was Blake Sloane, or Sloane Blake, or something else), pushing her bracelets along with the sleeve of her purple, double breasted, knitted suit jacket. "I can stick the plan to me." There was a mess of writing which Laika deeply hoped was meant to look smeared and half erased on Doc's forearm.

"That's, that's a great- Good job Sloane."

"Doctor Blake, why can't you ever get my name right?!"

"I'm sorry. Doctor Blake. Fantastic work as always." Loren turned to Laika. "Look, I don't know how to uh. You know how much work this has been for me. Well, just be careful. Make sure next time I see you, you have the godseye or Doc, or both. Or don't let me see you again?"

"Is that a threat," Sy asked.

"Think of it as friendly advice," Loren said.

"And also as a threat," Nguyen added, despite Loren's sharp look. "What?" she shot back at his frown.

"Do I have do go with these guys?" Sy looked at Laika who said "no" at the same time as Loren and Nguyen said "yes."

"We'll keep our end," Nguyen said, "along with your friend. You keep yourself along with Doc."

"Who you wouldn't be sorry to see killed, I gather."

"We'd prefer she come out of this mostly intact," Loren sounded almost apologetic.

"Okay, okay, fine. Let's not draw this out, I get it."

Loren breathed a small sigh of relief and Nguyen just smiled. "We'll get going then," he said.

"Take care of yourself," Laika gave Sy a shoulder pat as he walked by, then impulsively pulled him into a hug.

"I'll be good," he said into fur. "You have the hard job."

"Pulling off the heist?"

"Being alone with, uh, the Doc."

Loren and Nguyen waited at the entryway to the bridge. Laika set down Sy from the hug and stood her full height. "Oh," she said. "Before you go? GK, please threaten them."

Its voice coming from nowhere as usual, GK said, "Thank you Laika, for this commendable request. Captain Michele Loren of the Paperclip, please prepare for receiving a threatening missive."

"What?"

"Captain Michele Loren, Pilot Cat Nguyen, and the remaining crew of the ship Paperclip not present aboard myself, I am placing you under the advisement that should even the smallest fraction of an injury occur to Pilot Laika Blackwood, or Sy Drangea, electrical engineer, I will track you to the end of earth civilization space, and to parts unknown. You will never know safety or peace for as long as you remain alive. I will find your dreams, and take them from you. There will be no power up to and including the total heat death of this universe which will stop me from extracting your lives in payment. If you die, I will find yours souls. I will tear apart the essence of your beings. I will disperse the electrons of your bodies into every star of this universe. I will burn your souls to ash. Nothing will remain. Please ensure Sy returns safely to me upon our next meeting."

Loren stared, open mouthed.

"Uh," said Nguyen, "You're... really good at that."

"Thank you," said GK. "Your praise is insignificant to me. Please have a safe trip."

[m0ose-idiot]

The urge to make a lil Trevor came upon me and I was all like, why even fight it

[nathalia-sod]

So, I’m new to doll-making - but you have to start somewhere! Along with 5, from my last post - I also made myself a friendly Long Horse. The concept of the original LH belongs to Trevor Henderson, but I decided to take the thought and personalize it a little.

My friendly Long Horse has patterning on him that mark him out as a Queen of Spades, Hisstor Wastes/Torquehelm mix - as a nod to my old website, Suits of Decadence.  He’s got a resin skull base I got from the amazing Oscar, who I shall shamelessly plug here --> https://www.etsy.com/uk/shop/ArmadilloStudioShop . Didn’t modify the skull too much beyond some paint and filing. His ears are fully posable, and his entire body is kitted out with tire-wire, so it won’t snap or poke out of the fabric after being posed however many times. His little spine-knobs are just a ceramic based clay.  I love him. 

[achillean-heel]

Another trendersona cause I love this community

August Ott

Xe/Him pronouns

Gay achillean trans man

Loves cottagecore, Animal Crossing, plushies, bright colors, youtube, resin art, and xyr boyfriend

Has severe dysphoria, but doesn't see it as a requirement for transness

Has been on testosterone since December 1st, 2020, and hopes to get top surgery soon

Wants to be pretty in the way boys are pretty

Hopes to major in gender studies and psychology and work for the Trevor Project

[kodoscrook]

new oc i made last night!! and... maybe..... just maybe derive a little bit from btd  name: trevor belmont age: 27 > very very quiet. he talks when he absolutely needs to and even when he talks, he whispers > but very vengeful and petty. if you mock his choice of grocery in front of him, expect your car to be on fire next week > robs house for a living > absolutely fearless > probably lives in a trailer somewhere in the woods > likes resin decorations 

[herrensauna]

Herrensauna #15 Artwork by Fritz Schiffers April 8th, 2017 at Bertrams Maybachufer 48, Berlin Germany Geübte Bewegung - liebkosende Hand; Tanzende Körper verlieren den Verstand. Pris [Semantica Records | Resin] https://soundcloud.com/prismusicuk Trevor Linde LIVE [POLYGON] https://soundcloud.com/trvlnd Sciahri [Black Opal] https://soundcloud.com/sciahri CEM & MCMLXXXV [Herrensauna] https://soundcloud.com/cemdukkha https://soundcloud.com/thetruemcmlxxxv Light & Visuals by Adel Alameddine http://timeandplace.net/ To friends and acquaintances whom we are fond of.

[alaspoorwallace]

YEAR OF THE DEPEND ADULT UNDERGARMENT

Here's Hal Incandenza, age seventeen, with his little brass one-hitter, getting covertly high in the Enfield Tennis Academy's underground Pump Room and exhaling palely into an industrial exhaust fan. It's the sad little interval after afternoon matches and conditioning but before the Academy's communal supper. Hal is by himself down here and nobody knows where he is or what he's doing. Hal likes to get high in secret, but a bigger secret is that he's as attached to the secrecy as he is to getting high. A one-hitter, sort of like a long FDR-type cigarette holder whose end is packed with a pinch of good dope, gets hot and is hard on the mouth — the brass ones especially — but one-hitters have the advantage of efficiency: every particle of ignited pot gets inhaled; there's none of the incidental secondhand-type smoke from a party bowl's big load, and Hal can take every iota way down deep and hold his breath forever, so that even his exhalations are no more than slightly pale and sick-sweet-smelling. Total utilization of available resources = lack of publicly detectable waste. The Academy's tennis courts' Lung's Pump Room is underground and accessible only by tunnel. E.T.A. is abundantly, embranchingly tunnelled. This is by design. Plus one-hitters are small, which is good, because let's face it, anything you use to smoke high-resin dope with is going to stink. A bong is big, and its stink is going to be like commensurately big, plus you have the foul bong-water to deal with. Pipes are smaller and at least portable, but they always come with only a multi-hit party bowl that disperses nonutilized smoke over a wide area. A one-hitter can be wastelessly employed, then allowed to cool, wrapped in two baggies and then further wrapped and sealed in a Ziploc and then enclosed in two sport-socks in a gear bag along with the lighter and eyedrops and mint-pellets and the little film-case of dope itself, and it's highly portable and odor-free and basically totally covert. As far as Hal knows, colleagues Michael Pemulis, Jim Struck, Bridget C. Boone, Jim Troeltsch, Ted Schacht, Trevor Axford, and possibly Kyle D. Coyle and Tall Paul Shaw, and remotely possibly Frannie Unwin, all know Hal gets regularly covertly high. It's also not impossible that Bernadette Longley knows, actually; and of course the unpleasant K. Freer always has suspicions of all kinds. And Hal's brother Mario knows a thing or two. But that's it, in terms of public knowledge. And but even though Pemulis and Struck and Boone and Troeltsch and Axford and occasionally (in a sort of medicinal or touristic way) Slice and Schacht all are known to get high also, Hal has actually gotten actively high only with Pemulis, on the rare occasions he's gotten high with anybody else, as in in person, which he avoids. He'd forgot: Ortho ('The Darkness') Slice, of Partridge KS, knows; and Hal's oldest brother, Orin, mysteriously, even long-distance, seems to know more than he's coming right out and saying, unless Hal's reading more into some of the phone-comments than are there. Hal's mother, Mrs. Avril Incandenza, and her adoptive brother Dr. Charles Tavis, the current E.T.A. Headmaster, both know Hal drinks alcohol sometimes, like on weekend nights with Troeltsch or maybe Axford down the hill at clubs on Commonwealth Ave.; The Unexamined Life has its notorious Blind Bouncer night every Friday where they card you on the Honor System. Mrs. Avril Incandenza isn't crazy about the idea of Hal drinking, mostly because of the way his father had drunk, when alive, and reportedly his father's own father before him, in AZ and CA; but Hal's academic precocity, and especially his late competitive success on the junior circuit, make it clear that he's able to handle whatever modest amounts she's pretty sure he consumes — there's no way someone can seriously abuse a substance and perform at top scholarly and athletic levels, the E.T.A. psych-counselor Dr. Rusk assures her, especially the high-level-athletic part — and Avril feels it's important that a concerned but un-smothering single parent know when to let go somewhat and let the two high-functioning of her three sons make their own possible mistakes and learn from their own valid experience, no matter how much the secret worry about mistakes tears her gizzard out, the mother's. And Charles supports whatever personal decisions she makes in conscience about her children. And God knows she'd rather have Hal having a few glasses of beer every so often than absorbing God alone knows what sort of esoteric designer compounds with reptilian Michael Pemulis and trail-of-slime-leaving James Struck, both of whom give Avril a howling case of the maternal fantods. And ultimately, she's told Drs. Rusk and Tavis, she'd rather have Hal abide in the security of the knowledge that his mother trusts him, that she's trusting and supportive and doesn't judge or gizzard-tear or wring her fine hands over his having for instance a glass of Canadian ale with friends every now and again, and so works tremendously hard to hide her maternal dread of his possibly ever drinking like James himself or James's father, all so that Hal might enjoy the security of feeling that he can be up-front with her about issues like drinking and not feel he has to hide anything from her under any circumstances. Dr. Tavis and Dolores Rusk have privately discussed the fact that not least among the phobic stressors Avril suffers so uncomplainingly with is a black phobic dread of hiding or secrecy in all possible forms with respect to her sons. Avril and C. T. know nothing about Hal's penchants for high-resin Bob Hope and underground absorption, which fact Hal obviously likes a lot, on some level, though he's never given much thought to why. To why he likes it so much.

[DFW, Infinite Jest, 9a]

(Jannik Sinner)

[ignis-et-equi]

More talks with Trevor today. Our conversations have been good for my brain. He spent a good 20 minutes telling me about his day spent in the forest in Arkansas. We discussed the people we've met since parting ways, how we miss each other. He asked me why I get quiet when he talks about a certain girl and if I'd rather not hear about her. I told him my most recent thoughts on why I'm a little jealous. Made sure to let him know that I want him to take to me about whatever he wants to. It was good to express myself, and I appreciate that he was the one to bring it up. He talked about her a little more and it didn't feel as... challenging to hear.

Three more weeks. He wants me to stay all riled up for him, but I made plans with a guy I'm interested in for Sunday, which he knows about. New guy has expressed interest in me too but Sunday's plan is to suposedly make stuff out of wood and resin in his shop, which is totally cool too.

[bnomiko]

Figure collecting: Trevor diorama statue + 2022 collection stats

This looks Halloween enough to kick off the post, no? : )

I seriously didn’t know there was a Trevor diorama/statue until like, 2 weeks ago.  Cheap cheap so I bought one (picked up the action figure too).  Hubby says he looks weird lol... imagine how amazing this would’ve been from a Japanese studio *sigh*

Now STATS time, just for fun! 

So I re-ignited my interest in collecting anime / video game based figures in early Feb of 2022 and joined MFC around the same time, mostly for tracking and so I could catch newly announced figures immediately.  Currently sitting somewhere around 217 figures / items (according to my spreadsheet) - my MFC account sits at 186 but that’s not all inclusive as not all items are listed in their databases, and I collect more than just Japanese IPs).

Since then, and as of this posting:

- I added around 65 new figures, so averaging 1.75 figures a week : O - I sold (or am selling) about 35 figures, mostly smaller ones - I got my first 1:4 scale resin statue (Alucard) - I ordered four more resin statues (yikes!) - I have 24 figures currently on order, with 3 in transit - I'm watching the development of 26 figures that aren't yet available for order, but I'm interested / semi-interested - I have 8 figures on wishlist (3 are easy to get, so not rushing to get them, but I do intend to buy them soon - the other 5 I will buy immediately if I see them at an acceptable price or available at all, really -_-) - None of these numbers include Tokidoki (the unicorno army continues to grow!), or urban/designer vinyls (I don't collect a lot of these, bought 2 so far this year) - For Christmas, I asked for... more shelving : p

Really waiting for more shelf space and backdrops before I flex my lousy photography skills...

[teachandwrite-blog]

Notes from Public School 2022-2023 Day 10

from trevor’s encyclopedia of plain, simple, ordinary human things

Taki put the palm of her left hand on the trunk of the tree.

"When I was an agnaiyaaq, a little girl, my aakaaluk, my grandmother, held this hand and walked me outside of Point Hope," she said.

“Aakaaluk talked with me about the plants around us, the ones animals eat and don’t eat, the ones that can be used for medicine and the ones that are poisonous.

This, Hilcias, is the Balm of Gilead tree."

Hilcias looked closely at the buds on the lower branches of the tree.

He breathed deeply the sweet smell of the resin.

He whistled for the wonder of it all.

"Balm of Gilead resin can stop a cough,” she continued, “Or keep a cut from getting infected.

Hmmm.

I wonder if it could help a boy who won’t talk in Point Hope.”

Hilcias smiled a broad smile and looked deeply into her brown eyes.

“You can gargle the resin with water or rub it into your skin,” she continued, “And it helps soothe sore throats and relieve burns.

It grows here in Point Hope, even though the ground is frozen most of the time.

Look at its heart shaped leaves.

They remind me that the heart is the place where we learn to share.

Aakaaluk told me, ‘Taki, sharing is of the people, by the people, for the people.

It keeps our hearts beating and our lives living in these Arctic lands.'"

She closed her eyes.

She placed her ear on the smooth, brown bark of the tree.

"I hear the tree," she whispered.

"It’s saying, 'The world has need of you. Always be you.'"

Hilcias put the fingers of his hand on the petals of a flower on the tree.

"When I was a niño, a little boy,” he whistled, “My abuelo, my grandfather, held this hand and walked me outside the fields where we worked and lived.

He taught me about the plants around us there, the ones you can eat, the ones you can use for medicine.”

Hilcias took a small notebook out of his back pocket.

He opened it to an izote flower with leaves on its stem pressed between the pages.

He had written these words beside the flower.

“This, Taki, is the national flower of El Salvador."

Taki looked at the milky, bell shaped flower.

Hilcias handed the notebook to her.

She raised the flower to her ear and listened to it.

"You can eat the flowers,” it said.

“They help relieve arthritis and headaches.

You can break the stems and plant them in the ground.

They will take root and grow into new izote plants.

In this way, they never die.

Look at the sword shaped leaves.

They remind me of the will to live.

They remind me that the pen is a sword and that I can write stories to help people understand each other and be kind to each other.”

He closed his eyes.

"I hear the flower,” Taki whispered again.

“It’s saying, 'Seek the forgotten language. Find your voice.”

She smiled at him.

She took a flower from the Balm of Gilead tree and pressed it between two other pages in the notebook.

They walked back to Point Hope together.