Old Souls

Drífa carefully worked her paw into the clay, reaching out to delicately push together parts that were stating to crack. The rim cracked naturally but that wasn't a big deal to her. Just as long as she could put items in it and it didn't have any holes or cracks in the bottom. She worked quietly on her project, looking up just to see the young man settle down for a nap. She smiled for a moment then got back to work. She could remember back when she was that young, even though it wasn't always the best of times. She could certainly do more than she could at this age. She could feel herself growing more tired with each passing season. Though much of that could've just been the weight of hardship after hardship. Satisfied with her bowl she set it out to dry as she too laid down for a quick nap.