tell me

Rhythm began to work her clay,back and forth she kneaded it like dough. Slowly she wanted to work the excess liquid from her supply. She continued this method as the two of them spoke quietly, the younger girl offering questions as she worked on her own bits of project. ”It is.” Rhythm started as she affirmed the woman’s assumption. Abaven had always been in the east, even when the volcano erupted they were moved even further in the direction. Rhythm continued to knead at her clay, and she could tell it was getting close to the proper consistencey.

”Abaven is a quiet place, it consists primarily of my relatives.” That was one thing that hadn’t changed, the pack her brother founded still stood these many many years later. Almost all at once her clay perfected, and Rhythm began to roll it out into a log to begin her coil pot.