Find What's Good

The silence continued to stretch between the pair. Reila took her own slab of clay and made her own preparations. Chimera was just going to dive in paws first and hope for the best but Reila brought him tools to assist in shaping the jars. "Thank you," he rumbled, but didn't move to use the tools just yet. In fact, he didn't do anything yet. It was obvious that he had no idea what he was doing, so he watched the bob-tailed woman first, hoping that she might have some idea. He would try to copy her process if he could.

After seeing how she shaped and smoothed the clay, Chimera attempted to do the same. It was difficult with such large paws, but he was trying his damndest. His pottery would most likely be big and bulky while Reila's would be smaller and more precise. He didn't care much. Pots were pots. Dalila, Siren and Ali might care since these pots were going to be used to store herbs and things, but beggars couldn't be choosers.

The tension between them was beginning to wear on the dual-toned man. He case a glance towards the woman and broke their silence. "It wasn't my intention to upset you," he informed her. She should know what he was talking about.

"Chimera Klein"