sisterly love in the shape of handmade mugs

As she watched her sister somehow make the flimsy lump of clay into something that resembled a bowl, she couldn’t help but admire the skillset. Though, this particular lump wasn’t being very cooperative, and it didn’t take long for Bramble to express that herself. “You have more patience than I would have with it.” Talyssa assured. As the turning wheel slowed to a stop, her sister paused to evaluate just how viable her current project was. It seemed that perhaps the walls weren’t strong enough to hold themselves up, and they slowly began to fold without Bramble’s paws to support them. The other girl made a comment on how she might be a better fighter than a potterer- which Talyssa couldn’t help but beam in amusement. “Ahh, but you’ve had a lot more practice at fighting than potter-er-ing.” She answered with a light chuckle, as she watch her sister smash her creation back into a different kind of lump. Talyssa hated to see the loss of progress, but it was just something that would have to be restarted. “The more you do it, the better you’ll get.” She insisted with a firm nod. If this was something Bramble enjoyed, and wanted to be good at, she was certain that with time and patience, her sister could be anything she wanted.

However, her thoughts of encouragement were immediately interrupted as Bramble playfully reached out with one of her clay-paws. Talyssa gasped in surprise as she scrambled back out of imminent danger of getting messy. “Hey! A potter’s assistant isn’t supposed to be the one with clay on them.” She answered sternly, but she couldn’t hold a straight face for very long before erupting in her own laughter. “Better on you than me!”

"Talyssa Carpathius"