Fancy Dirt
Pyrr and Danta!
08-16-2020, 06:48 PM
Wyndelin rolled one ball of clay onto a piece of deer hide. He then moved back to the river to gather more. Shooing away a few minnows he dug into the earth and rolled out another chunk. As he worked a pup suddenly appeared out of nowhere. He stared at the tiny child trying to process where she'd come from and what she was saying. "I'm gathering some clay to make bowls. Where-" Before he could ask where her parents were a large man appeared on the scene. The man was the spitting image of the child and obviously had to be the father. Wynd smiled. "That's alright. I'm not doing anything that requires intense concentration. Just trying to get some clay bowls made. There's a good deposit here along the river bank if you want any. My name is Wyndelin." "Talk" |
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