Pot Head

The healer questioned her softly as she placed a perfect lump of clay in her paws. Its texture was strange compared to what she used, but the young Aureus had mentioned adding straw to his mixtures occasionally. What had Io done differently to this batch? ”Yes, I sculpt with feel rather than sight. I’m not sure how pretty they turn out but they serve their function well.” She was proud of her ability to make the walls an even thickness throughout with a consistent rim.

Io was quick to answer her unasked question, she’d added sand to the mixture. Rhythm took mental notes as she shaped the clay skillfully beneath her toes. ”What a well thought method.” She was old, there wasn’t much that surprised her anymore. Learning new things was a pleasant change of pace. ”I wont turn down a free lunch.” Rhythm chuckled good naturedly as her bowl began to take shape. ”Your cat is quite useful isn’t he? What a wonderful companion.” Feather helped her immensely in the day to day, what if she had a big cat to do for her?