Dirt in the wrong hands

Wari listened intently to her mother's instructions, her mind already contemplating the possibilities as she began to warm up the clay. The difficulty of the bracelets was tempting, but the versatility of beads was even more so. Thus, the girl set to work pulling bits of clay from her large blob, and rolling them into spheres with her paw. Once she had decided they looked about right her eyes went to the ground below as she searched for a small, thin twig.

Wari found her query quickly and returned to her station, where she slipped the twig into the center of her spheres, creating a little hole for thread to be slipped through. The cub took a step back, contemplating her work for a moment before deciding that it just.. wasn't good enough. Her mind worked and worked, the gears turning so hard that even Beru's comment wasn't enough to warrant anymore than a quick peek of her tongue in his direction.

Starting over entirely, the girl removed the twig, setting it aside while she flattened out the clay sphere. From there she began tearing off the excess, framing out her shape, and smoothing the sides of what would undoubtedly be her masterpiece.