POTS

The other wolf introduced herself as Jay and Star smiled and nodded. "Good to meet you, Jay." The earthe fae then asked if she could help and Star nodded again. "Of course. Let me show you how it's done and we can both make a few." Dundee had already drug the pail towards the kiln, a furrow in the dirt were the pot had been pulled along. He was strong, but he wasn't tall enough to keep the pail from dragging the ground.

Star padded back along the barren landscape, blue eyes peeled for any other interesting veins in the surrounding hills. She imagined there would be quite a few treasures buried within, but she didn't have the time nor the desire to scrape them out of the earth. The dry earth crumbled under paw, sending up little puffs of dust like smoke signals. She wondered what this place would look like after a good rain.

Settling down beside the pot of blue clay, Star unearthed a second pail that contained water. She showed Jay how to dip her paws in the water, then use the wet appendages to gently mold the clay into the shape of a vessel. "It's not too difficult to form the clay. The hard part will be to get it to set right in the fire," she spoke from experience. Many a decent looking pot had broken and cracked within the heat the of the flames.

Star crafted several smaller crocks and two larger ones. Blue eyes kept glancing towards Jay, offering advice where she could. Once the pile of clay had been used up, Star used a stick to push the pieces onto the big, flat stone at the bottom of the kiln. "Now we wait to see if our hard work paid off or if we have to try again."

"Starchild"