tell me

With her coil started Rhythm worked on the base of her pot, carefully she made a thick circular base. She had her difficulties, using her clumsy paws wasn’t ideal but she managed well enough. Soon that was done and she could begin her coil. This was the real tricky part, she had to score and slip the clay. Not an easy task when blind.

”I suppose, though it’s not my title. I am the oldest in Abaven. Maybe not the most ancient in Boreas but close.” She tried to chuckle at her morbid humor. ”Through the initial eruption yes. Everyone was evacuated.” It was the after effects that had stolen away her niece. Rhythm still had trouble thinking about how many years Shaye had to look forward to that were now gone.

She pushed the thoughts from her mind as she continued to coil her pot. Score, slip, coil, and smooth. The motions were easy to make a rhythm out of and even with the dark turn of her thoughts she could remain at ease. ”Did you witness the eruption?” Rhythm asked as she coiled the last bit of clay around her tiny pot. With care she finished smoothing the sides and was left with a new container. It would take a few days to dry in the sun, but after that would be a useful item.