Pots. People needed pots. Not only did people need pots, sometimes Star felt like doing something with her paws. It was therapeutic and she quite enjoyed the process. Having brought some supplies with her to this barren landscape, the Dunamis fae was ready to get to work. She chose a piece of land that seemed somewhat sturdy, then settled down to digging. She dug a hole in the side of one hardened hill, using a stick to create a little chimney. She then lined the hole with wood and started a fire.

In a land where the hills churned up deeper swaths of earth, it was easy to find clay which would be good for pots. The striped fae began to move between the hills, cyan eyes on the lookout for veins of clay. The woman's tasmanian devil gave a little snarl to alert her that someone else was nearby and Star stopped, turning her attention to the one approaching.

"Starchild Dunamis"

Where had her sister gone, anyway? At first Jay found herself making excuses for her absence, imagining she must be off on some adventure.... maybe she was off looking for more flowers to help grind into dyes for her paints, or maybe she wanted to help get some insight into the strange happenings lately. Either way, at first her brief absence didn't seem suspicious. They were older now, after all, though her sister being gone made Jay feel more like a child than ever. She decided to scour the lands immediately close to Avalon's lands for any sign of her. Not quite jumping to feeling panicked yet, but certainly worrying, she trekked over the barren hills carefully. Her nose flared, testing the scents of this place, but there were no signs of Finch anywhere here. Maybe someone might know something? It was a foolish thought, but one she couldn't help but think about when the scent of a stranger reached her nose. Trailing after it, she slowed when she saw someone nosing around, possibly looking for something. Jay's tail gave a slow wag behind her and she lifted her head, giving a soft bark of greeting. Her pose, friendly and relaxed, was consistent as she took a few steps closer. "Hello there! Looking for something?" Maybe she could help? Probably not, but Jay couldn't help but offer regardless.

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Dundee gave a snarl as only a devil can when the earthen fae came close and Star shushed him lightly. "It's fine," she told him. Both he and her falcon were used to warning her in advance of approaching wolves and Dundee in particular liked to keep them away from her. She didn't think this woman, who seemed so friendly, would want to touch her for any reason.

The fae asked what she was looking for and Star's cyan gaze cut back to the rolling, barren hills. "Looking for veins of clay to make pots with," she informed the woman. "The name is Star, by the way." She introduced herself with a smile, then motioned for the woman to come along.

There were stripes in the land from time and erosion. Many different textures and colors rippled across the land. "There we go," she pointed out a stretch of greyish blue. Moving to it, Star began collecting the clay with scrapes of her claws. Dundee had a little bucket between his sharp, pointy teeth and he carried the clay back to where the wood burned in the makeshift kiln.

"Starchild Dunamis"

Jay startled slightly at the tasmanian devil's snarl, making as if to retreat immediately. She wasn't much of a fighter, after all; imagining herself making someone uncomfortable was enough to kill her mood, but the stranger quickly brushed him off. Her posture slackened slightly, a polite smile beginning to creep across her face. "I'm Jay! Jay Destruction," she introduced herself without hesitation. Her tail gave a little wag to accompany her words. "That sounds interesting- mind if I watch? I can help, too," she suggested. She was thinking of her sister again and the little projects they'd started together, and mentally she was already filing away the steps of what Star was doing, just in case in proved useful to bring back home. They had plenty of old containers stowed away in the barns, but maybe these could have a use too... Jay chewed on her lip as she watched, keeping a respectful distance- and occasionally letting her gaze flick to Dundee, not wanting to catch the little companion's wrath again.

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