Happy Little Clouds

Rhythm chuckled audibly as Aerndis explained that she likely wasn’t going to be much help in making a map. The old woman kept her sense of humor and after living the majority of her life without sight she had long accepted her disability. ”No, I don’t think I’ll be much help with that.” She shook her head amusedly.

”I’m pretty good at pots, but I’ve never made beads.” She admitted, but she was more than willing to learn. She liked to work with her paws, and adding another item to her list of wares would only help her. She accepted the clay with a grateful nod and got to work. Aerndis said wrapping the play around a stick would produce beads. Not that the old woman could appreciate it but she wondered, ”If you have extra dye, maybe I could use it to color my beads?” She asked curiously as the items were formed beneath her paws.