Which Craft [Rhythm]

Rhythm may have asked the young man what he was doing if she could have seen him working on his braid. She didn’t know how to braid or weave, she was much better with clay. Without sight, using her sense of feel was more accurate on her pots than some kind of basket or rope. She may have had a little luck with braiding perhaps.

Carefully the old woman worked on finishing her little vase, her paw pads were run over the curves and shapes in her clay as she searched for cracks or imperfections she needed to fix before placing it near the fire to begin drying. When she was satisfied she debated about placing it directly in the middle, kind of like the pot she was talking about. She wasn’t sure it was hot enough though.

She chuckled again at his description of his poor burned out pot, much like she expected of it.

”If I had to guess, I would say it was the intensity of the heat. The hotter the fire the more like stone my pots come out as. I’ve never had trouble with them succumbing to liquid after being fired so heavily. The glaze seemed to have something to do with the mass amounts of ash it was placed in.” She explained to the best of her ability, she couldn’t know for sure but it seemed like a good hypothesis.