Clay Pots

Álarr made quick work of explaining what they'd be doing with the lumps of clay, and that was enough for Ivy. Curiously, he neared the healer and inspected the lump of clay beneath his paw, and then turned his attention to the finished ceramic bowl. The stringy boy gave a sniff. Strange, but also... sorta neat. They'd need to be... fired. Huh? Fired? Ivy did his best to follow along though, scooping one of the balls of clay up and mushing it around with a combination of his nose and his paws.

"Why'da we need to light them on fire?" Ivy looked to the healer for a moment before peering back at the clay. He poked at it and prodded, looking to the example bowl and then his own. At this point, it felt like more clay was sticking to his paws than anything else. That was okay though. Ivy liked the way it squished, and the way it gave as he molded it and played with it. Hmm... okay, sure. His brow rumpled as he continued to prod and poke, starting to coax the lump into something that had sides, at least.
"Words"