No, It's Not a Clay Pigeon
Aoife!
10-30-2020, 07:52 PM
Skælingr made a small well in the middle of the dirt pile. Taking one of his small ceramic bowls in his mouth Skælingr trotted a little ways away over to one of the streams that cut through the dancefloor. He used the bowl to scoop up some water and then trotted back. Once he arrived he gently tipped the water out onto the clay dirt, into the well. Once that was done he started to mix the dirt and water together. He wanted the moisture to get evening incorporated and he started kneading the clay into a wedge. He worked constantly, moving and shaping the clay. It would take awhile to get a good wedge of clay that was uniform and to also work out air bubbles that could make his work more difficult later on. He nodded at Wyndelin's words. "It really is an extravagant affair. Is this your first time in Boreas." He was curious if he was the only one. "Speech" |
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