No, It's Not a Clay Pigeon
Aoife!
10-30-2020, 08:49 PM
With the amount of clay he wanted in the basket, Skælingr gave it one last look over then picked up the basket in his teeth and gently shook it to sift the clay. He wanted just the clay dirt. Any extra temper such as sticks or leaves could be a problem later. They'd burn out when he tried to fire the pottery or if he opted to make just clay bowls it might not dry evenly. Either way it risked cracking and he didn't want to go through all that effort just to end up with cracked pottery. Once he was done sifting he set the basket aside then used his paws to scoop it back into a nice pile. "Hello again, name's Skælingr. Go ahead." He wasn't sure yet if he'd need the fire for anything but it certainly wouldn't hurt and wood was a rare thing in the dancefloor. Wyndelin must've carried it with him from a neighboring territory. "Speech" |