Cracking her neck and stretching her arms out properly, history pod on in the background as she grabs a piece of wood. Already having the proper measurements of her hands at the ready, it being almost scary how often the need to adjust grip size of the things she created for herself came into play. Hardly a surprise given her frame, still that sensation of far to often having to adjust for what most would likely consider teenage sizes were an annoyance at times.

Beginning with measuring out the bat with a proper adjustment to be ideal for her, not really knowing if there were any standard rules for the precise size they would need to be for play, to the best of her knowledge it was pretty standard across the board but not like she would be playing any professional or serious games with it so a small deviation would likely not matter anyways as long as it worked for her. Drawing it frame and beginning to swerve out its shape in quiet contemplation, allowing herself to get lost in the work, seeking comfort in the work as pieces of wood flies across the room.

Taking it and beginning to do the small modifications, feeling its grip, swinging with a shake of the head before adjusting it in small increments over and over until feeling properly satiated with its shape. Going over the shape in proper and removing any of its small flaws, sanding it in properly and adding the final layers.
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Lastly looking to the markings around her, compressing her fingers, beckoning the countless partial marking to gather in a sphere within her fingers and throwing them at the bat, flicking her hand as they spin around, twirling along its form into something lacking meaning or sense for anyone but her as she begins to trace them out, burning them into the bat in full. And wrapping leather around its grip with a nod, content with the creating before her.