Light Of A Clear Blue Morning

Lúta continued to layer clay on the inside of the den, taking care to smooth it out evenly. If it was too uneven she imagined it might crack when they fired it. She glanced sympathetically at Resin, hoping the other woman hadn't seen though she did feel bad that the other woman didn't have much time to play. She supposed in that way she'd been lucky even if she had had numerous lessons she could still find time for a bit of enjoyment. Though, the enjoyment almost always led to some sort of punishment but often, in Lúta's mind, it was worth it.

Lúta looked up as Resin stated that she was going to look for Meadow. She nodded. "Sure thing, I'll let you know how it turns out!" She knew how to light fires and fire ceramic pots so she had a good idea of how big to make the fire.

-end?-