Jael's brows creep up as Halo launches into full on explanation mode. Still working away at the vibrant pieces of clay, as well as a larger amount of grey, as the woman speaks. It's pretty calming, actually. For as much as she said she didn't enjoy arts and crafts... maybe Jael wouldn't be such a hater. This seemed like something Kenway would have fun with, too. Maybe she'd have to take more shit home for him. Jael didn't want to think about what wet clay weighed, ugh.
The keen precision of the movements draw her in, too. They work carefully, making sure everything is just so. That suits her. It suits her keen sharp gaze, her attention to detail. Making sure that each of her snakes of clay was the same width, the same length, everything just so. Precise and clean cuts, though the knife was dull. Would the process be faster with sharper tools? Perhaps.
Slicing away, leaving herself with little piles of clay in all different colors. Jael's movements are deft as she squishes it with her paws, curious. If she started with a sphere, where could she go? Rolling it into a ball and then coaxing five cute, rounded points... or the suggestion of them, at least. It kinda looks like a star? If you squint? A perfectionist, she keeps messing with it, chewing the inside of her cheek thoughtfully.
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