Pot Head

Rhythm agreed to do the task alongside her and Iolaire grinned. "I'm glad. You've made pottery before?" It was more of a statement than a question. Taking up one of the chunks of clay that she prepared, she placed it between the older wolf's paws. "I figure it would be easiest to just start with bowls until I see how this clay reacts to my methods. Of course you can make whatever you'd like."

Moving back to her place, Iolaire began to work the clay into a vessel. She smoothed it with her pads, dipping them in water to hold up any cracks that might appear. "So I've dug up the clay from the springs. I added a bit of sand that I brought with me and mixed that through. Once we're satisfied with our bowls, I'll place them near to the fire so that they can cure." The woman gave a little chuckle. "I brought lunch as well so we can eat while we wait for them to dry. Once they do, we place them in the fire." There was a very long process where she had to slowly move the heat closer and closer to the clay, but she left that bit out. "We can leave them here tonight and I'll collect them tomorrow. I can have Enki deliver your bowls to you. How does that sound?"