Pot Head

Carefully Rhythm started to form the spout, handle, and lid to her teapot. She was careful with her pieces, and with great care began to attach everything to the main body. There was a high chance that it would end up broken after being fired. She hoped that all of her work wouldn’t go to waste, but at this point in her life she was used to disappointments. She could always make another one if it did crack. The only way she’d really be able to use it would be after it was turned into stone wear instead of just dried clay.

Iolaire offered up the willow bark mixture, she was so sweet and considerate. Rhythm’s heart was warmed, more than the liquid warmed her Io’s kindness brought warmth to her bones. ”No I don’t think it will taste good, but it’s a brilliant mixture.” She took up the mixture and lapped it up, grimacing at the taste but downing the medicine anyway. Hopefully the anti inflammatories would last her for the journey home.

Rhythm finished the offering and gently nudged her completed tea pot towards Iolaire so she might see to its firing. The day was coming to a close, and the snow leopard would happily escort her home. ”Thank you, Io. It’s been lovely visiting you.” She grinned at the she wolf as Enki sidled up beside her and she leaned into him lightly. ”Hopefully I’ll see you soon.” She gave her another smile and followed the leopard back to Abaven.