the potter and clay

Eligos surprised her again, questioning her self deprecating joke and asking why he wouldn’t want her work. Poem felt herself blush at the assured compliment, she hadn’t meant much by her fleeting words. ”You’re too kind, Eligos.” She managed to reply, unable to keep the grin from her maw. He hadn’t even seen what she’d made before and he was complimenting her with ease. ”I look forward to the day.” Poem followed up, the corners of her slate lips pulled back. ”I’m from Abaven in the East. My family has lived there for a long time.” She told him back, offering similar information to what he provided to her.

At this point Poem had nearly gotten the clay packed up and ready to make the return trip home. ”You’re welcome to come back with me and meet my sister, Theory, our alpha.” She offered him, finding herself wanting to extend the time spent in his presence. He’d shown her only kind words and interest in her work, which meant to much more from a stranger than her own biased family.