Which Craft [Rhythm]

”Oh a potter, eh?” Her voice showed her excitement. The old woman was teaching her yearling granddaughter the art. She was very new and Rhythm hadn’t the heart to tell her how much practice she was going to need, but she was determined. Which was enough for the old woman. ”I was planning on gathering a bit of clay from the lake.” She looked back over to the lake, her unseeing eyes lingering that general direction.

She stood up, her tail flicking as she silently asked Feather to lead her towards a nice patch. As Aureus worked on the fire Rhythm padded closer to the water to pick up a bit of material to work with. Carefully she picked up some of the wet material. She mixed some of the wet material with a bit more dry stuff before making her return to the young man and his fire.

She settled down slowly, her old bones creaking as she made herself comfortable once more. Her silver marked paws were muddied but that was fine. ”What methods do you use for your pots, Aureus?” She asked softly while mixing her clay to the correct consistency.