Find What's Good

Reila assured him that she would get through being upset and the man muttered under his breath before looking back to his stupid pot. Whose fucking idea was this? Right, it was his. Idiot. What was he thinking trying to make fucking pots? His paws were the size of pots. You didn't make pots with pots! And so he smashed the clay under his paw and growled. The man wasn't used to being bad at things. He was the son of an Empress. A King in his own right. He was supposed to be good at everything. Apparently the line was drawn at fucking pots, however.

Ears flattened in irritation, Chimera hadn't even noticed at first when the woman rose and moved towards him. Only when she settled beside him and took his paws in hers did he look at her. She gently helped him shape the container, moving his paws along with hers to teach him the technique. Together their paws flew over the clay, whipping it into submission. Before them lay... a pot. Reila smoothed the inside herself as her paws were much smaller and better suited to the task. Show off...

Chimera's face screwed up for a moment. Did he thank her? Did he try to make another pot on his own? In the end, the brute took his messy clay covered paw and swiped it down the side of Reila's face, leaving a big swath of mucky clay from brow to chin. If she was going to be crabby, maybe a bit of play would snap her out of it. Hopping to his paws, the dire brute picked up another pawful of clay and chucked it at her, backing up a bit in case she did the same in turn. His expression was childlike, inviting play, and very, very unlike the austere giant's normal disposition.

"Chimera Klein"