Amun cheeks and clothes were splattered with clay. Wiping the back of his hand on his forehead (and leaving a smear there in the process), he kicked the wheel to keep it spinning even as he pressed his thumbs into the lump of wet clay he had on it. He was seated in the center of the room, tongue sticking out a bit as he worked.
As Maea suddenly appeared in the shop, he let out a yelp. "Gods, you scared me." When he focused on her, though, he shot to his feet. "Maea? Maea, what happened." Reaching for one of the cloths he used to wash up, he darted over to hr, work abandoned. Reaching out, he'd wrap it around her arm and try to staunch the flow of fluid.
As Maea suddenly appeared in the shop, he let out a yelp. "Gods, you scared me." When he focused on her, though, he shot to his feet. "Maea? Maea, what happened." Reaching for one of the cloths he used to wash up, he darted over to hr, work abandoned. Reaching out, he'd wrap it around her arm and try to staunch the flow of fluid.
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