the potter and clay

Eligos’s vibrant ruby gaze didn’t hide the sincere interest he showed in what she had to say. He was successful in putting her at ease, as she was passionate about what she told him. He questioned her further as she helped her caracal to wrap the clay appropriately so she could take the heavy pack back to Abaven. Her dark pelted observer mentioned the potential of trades, if she happened to have extra product of course.

”You probably don’t want mine,” she chuckled, not only being humble but she knew her skill level. ”With all this clay I’m sure we will make much more than we need.” Mostly, Poem just loved spending time with her grandmother and hearing the stories about their family and her life. ”What pack are you from, Eligos?” She asked curiously, suddenly she was excited about making a trade. This one not as high stakes as the last she made with another pack. She tried to remember some of her heir lessons from before Motif went missing, how to be diplomatic.

”I’m sure we could both benefit from trading.” Her voice was serious, but the gentle wagging of her mud stained tail revealed her emotions.