You woke a fire inside of me
Maea squeezed the large man's hand and nodded quietly. She had lost her parents too, lost all family until the only ones who still shared her blood were so distantly related that they didn't count anymore. It was a grief one did not recover from, but one you must learn to carry. His children would grow into it, see the world with different eyes because of it - and depending on what they saw, they might survive. Noah might, too, though what his life would be like from now on depended on other things. Choices, beliefs - luck, and perhaps also the will of the gods.
"You know how glass is made out of sand? Well, different minerals and plants can give differing properties to the glass, and as the sand is heated allow for the ability to decide what those properties will be. Today I am trying to make a simple version that is less clear than what you might be used to seeing, as the material I gathered isn't as pure or processed as a master glazier would have access to." Talking him through the process of building the kiln and explaining how she hoped to find material enough to craft something with once it was opened, Maea's voice carried on in a soothing drone. Sparing the Foresaken the need to linger on his grief and the need to think about much of anything.
When she'd told him all she knew about the process, Maea gently patted his hand and rose to her feet. Reaching for a leftover piece of wood, she offered it to Noah. "Let's crack it open, and see what we've got. Careful not to burn yourself - it's still hot." Picking up the shovel used to dig out the clay, she approached the sweltering heat without fear, and began the precarious process of opening the kiln without destroying the vessel with its precious content.
"You know how glass is made out of sand? Well, different minerals and plants can give differing properties to the glass, and as the sand is heated allow for the ability to decide what those properties will be. Today I am trying to make a simple version that is less clear than what you might be used to seeing, as the material I gathered isn't as pure or processed as a master glazier would have access to." Talking him through the process of building the kiln and explaining how she hoped to find material enough to craft something with once it was opened, Maea's voice carried on in a soothing drone. Sparing the Foresaken the need to linger on his grief and the need to think about much of anything.
When she'd told him all she knew about the process, Maea gently patted his hand and rose to her feet. Reaching for a leftover piece of wood, she offered it to Noah. "Let's crack it open, and see what we've got. Careful not to burn yourself - it's still hot." Picking up the shovel used to dig out the clay, she approached the sweltering heat without fear, and began the precarious process of opening the kiln without destroying the vessel with its precious content.
Maea
