Beginning with a fountain black that’s made to fit in hand And ending with repeated phrase, by followers or fans But really I’m a tendency, habitual I am

All i hold is grains My first half is a measurement of time My second half can hold liquids, is hard but also brittle My whole is the shape a lot of women dream of

On the most common of animal companions, I find myself in five places. I can indicate a tight race, or guide you through different spaces. I can come in columns and rows, Assist a sail as the wind blows, or detect for the hunter the prey it chases.

I have hands but no fingers, I face you but can’t see. I tell you something every hour - What am I meant to be?

I am known for getting the scoop, but I do not report. You might eat with me.