full moon rising on the waters of my soul
Amun just shrugged at Adam’s comment about Safrin and Ronin. "I don't know either of them, really. But the gods rarely do as we wish them too, so I wouldn't get your hopes up." As the potter crossed his arms, just the barest hint of sorrow flickered in his eyes before they faded back to dullness.
At the Attuned's offer, the Ascended shook his head. "Thanks, but as I said, give me some of the jewelry for the party and we'll call it even. It's not like I need to work." His eyes were sharp as they watched the other man work the clay, and Amun offered pointers every now and then. This particular task wasn't too difficult.
Once he was satisfied with Adam's progress, the potter got out some small bits of wire. "Once you're happy with the shape, insert these so you can hang the brooches and pendants. Then you can paint them." Setting the wire down, he got out the glazes and the brushes.
At the Attuned's offer, the Ascended shook his head. "Thanks, but as I said, give me some of the jewelry for the party and we'll call it even. It's not like I need to work." His eyes were sharp as they watched the other man work the clay, and Amun offered pointers every now and then. This particular task wasn't too difficult.
Once he was satisfied with Adam's progress, the potter got out some small bits of wire. "Once you're happy with the shape, insert these so you can hang the brooches and pendants. Then you can paint them." Setting the wire down, he got out the glazes and the brushes.
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