She lit the candle with fingers that trembled. Her gasps almost blowing it out.
She was glad Peter was so calm. It stilled her nerves a bit. This first time.
“Honestly. Just relax!”
A frisson then as skin touched flesh when Peter pushed the candle to the side slightly to show how the wax would drip as the wick burnt lower.
“Yes? Are you ready?”
She nodded, inhaled, eyes dark with concentration.
“Move the candle in a pattern or randomly. But let the wax drip.”
It flowed and dried hard.
Ready for the batik to be dipped in the dye.