Pot Making!

Ruse continued to struggle with her pot for a while, refusing to admit that she couldn't make it work in its current form, until Cerberus stepped in and slipped his paw past hers to add more clay to the areas where her pot had gotten too thin. His paw brushed hers and she glanced up at him with a few surprised blinks of her two-toned eyes before she looked back to where he was smoothing the extra clay into place. She wasn't exactly good at asking for help, but she did appreciate it all the same—even if she might not say so. She smiled a little as she continued to work on her pot with Cerberus' help, having to lean closer to him in order to reach certain parts of it and use the tool she was instructed how to use by him. Her side leaned lightly into his, comfortable and happy working with her brother.

When their pots were as pot-like as they could get them, she stood with him and went to place the pots in the kiln, following his lead. She didn't really know what she was doing, but she trusted that Cerberus did so she was simply following what he did. Once the pots were stowed away and drying, she turned her attention up to her larger brother when he mentioned her being ready to wash off. She giggled softly and replied, "I most certainly am." Some of the clay had already started to dry on her fur and was stuck between her toes and it would definitely drive her crazy if she thought about it too much. She nodded as he started to lead her away from their crafting area and instead took her off toward one of the islands many waterfalls on the island so that they could get cleaned up.

"Rusalka Alondra Klein"