the potter and clay

Poem was impressed by her new acquaintance and his manners, he was friendly to talk to and Poem found herself enjoying his company. She tried to ignore the flush in her cheeks or how her eyes wished to linger on his coffee colored form. She couldn’t be naive, he was likely just being friendly because he was a new leader to his pack. He needed to make a good impression, and what better way than to offer his services? Poem tried not to entertain her thoughts as she humbly accepted his help. ”I’d appreciate the help,” she relinquished as the corners of her dark lips pulled back into a grin as she helped to shift the weight of the clay.