Pot Making!

Ruse chuckled softly at her brother's joking comment, but appreciated the invitation to join him. She wasn't someone that liked to be alone so finding someone to occupy her time with was always a good thing. She turned her two-toned gaze toward the clay he pointed out for her to get and she walked over to it, scooping up the wet, thick material with one paw. Already she could feel the sticky dampness of the mud getting caught up in the fur between her toes and she had to keep herself from making a face at the feeling. She was going to have to take a reeeeally good bath after this! Plopping it onto the surface beside Cerberus, she sat down and started listening to his instructions, watching his paws as he worked to get the general idea.

She started to follow suit herself, her smaller paws having a slightly harder time with getting the loose shape of a pot into place, but when she got to the finer details and the sharper angles those were a little easier. She scoffed a little and smirked when he hoped that she didn't mind getting messy, eyeing how the clay had already started to work itself all over her paws and up her ankles. "No, I don't mind at all," she replied sarcastically with a chuckle, glancing over at him with a grin. She knew it would all just wash off when they were done so she didn't feel the need to make a fuss about it, but she couldn't say it was her favorite thing in the whole world.

As she was trying to form the pot, one side of the "walls" of the pot she was making kept trying to slouch down and didn't want to stay up like the rest of the pot. She frowned and fixed it again, but as soon as she moved on to the other side it started to fall again. She huffed with frustration, her brows pulling together as she fixed it yet again. It seemed thinner than the other sides somehow, but she didn't really know how to fix that so she just tried to hold it in place until it started to harden, but she didn't know how long that was even going to take.

"Rusalka Alondra Klein"