Find What's Good

Reila only glanced as Chimera started to shape his own bit of clay, struggling due to the size of his paws. She couldn't help but smile at the scene, a silent giggle inside her as he tried his best to make the clay work between his paws. She had caught him looking over at her own work too to catch on to her own methods. She just let him do his own thing though. She figured he wanted to help. Though maybe next time he could gather the clay and she would mold it.

She grabbed her smooth stick in her teeth as she formed the inside of the pot, getting the clay in a thinner and sharper edge. Finally her paws gently smoothed the clay on both sides before she was ready to set it up by the fire to dry.

She laid back down to start on another pot when Chimera had... she'd take that as an apology. "I'm not upset." She nearly insisted and went to move on to something else. "If you just fan out the edge of the pot," She stood for a moment to do so, gently pushing the edges of Chimera's clay so that the top curled down and not minding if their paws had brushed against each other in the process, "It won't be so deep then." It was fine if the pots were wider than hers, but it would be more difficult to make use out of them if they were taller and deeper. She laid back down to work back on her piece. She wouldn't scold Chimera as much as she may have wanted to laugh, but they could find a way to include him too.

"Reila"