Aspa Viraka (as-pa vee-ra-ka)
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Aspa Viraka (a.k.a. Ka)
Aspa Viraka’s hands are rarely still. Whether smoothing the edge of a carved spindle or coaxing out the precise curve of a feathered clasp, his touch brings form and beauty into being. He favors working with bone and horn over wood—materials that remind him of transformation, both the remnants of life and its reimagining. Though his craft is grounded in tradition, he often weaves in subtle deviations: a spiral where a knot would sit, a ridge that mimics the movement of birds in flight. These flourishes, he insists, are not rebellion but conversation—his voice joining those who came before.
Quiet but deliberate, Aspa is drawn to the overlooked. He can often be found scouring riverbanks at dawn, searching for weathered driftwood or odd stones with stories hidden in their shape. He says little of his past, but there's a gravity in his eyes when he speaks of preservation—not just of objects, but of intention. Some say he once carved a spindle so fine that it spun without end; Aspa only smiles at the tale, his fingers already tracing the next design in the dust.
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