Pot Head

Iolaire warmed Rhythm’s heart as she mentioned that she remembered how much the old she wolf enjoyed this place. The chocolate woman chuckled amusedly as she settled comfortably enough next to the warmth of the coals. Though she wondered if she could get the snow leopard to lay at her back.. At least they weren’t in full winter yet. ”That’s so kind of you to think of me.” Rhythm offered warmly before Iolaire continued to tell her th plans she had for everything. She could sit back and relax, or she could get some work done before it hurt too bad during the winter. Rhythm tried to push the thought away that there would possibly be a time when she wouldn’t even be able to manipulate clay any longer.

”I’d love to join along, I’m curious about your methods.” Rhythm hadn’t been practiced at the craft for very long, but she was a fast learner. At least Poem was impressed with her work. She chuckled inwardly as her attention turned to Io.