Have You Seen My Brain?

Dagrún watched what the boy was doing with interest and her ears perked up at the word volcano. She knew vaguely what that was. It was a mountain that could explode with fire and she wondered why anyone would want to live next to such a thing. She continued shaping her bowl, pleased she could retract her claws so she didn't have to worry about them scraping her bowl when she was trying to smooth it out.

Once that was done she poked lightly at the lump of soon to be workable clay. Time to knead again. She worked at pushing and pulling the clay, seeking to evenly mix in the dirt as well as work out air bubbles so she could make a pot without having to work about it exploding. Boy, there were a lot of things that exploded now that she though about it.