[say]"Oh! That would be lovely, actually."[/say] Sam looked up at what was on display, letting his eyes focus more intently on each piece now as he considered what would fit well in the shop. Eventually he saw, at the end of the shelf, a small vase painted with a simple pattern: it was humble, but intricate and the colours seemed to shine off the pottery. Pointing to it, he smiled at Amun: [say]"What would you want in return for that one?"[/say]
He nodded at the explanations about some of the works, finding it fascinating to hear other people's processes: his own had always been so methodical, slow. How amazing it would be to be simply inspired, and to make right away! [say]"You're very talented."[/say] Sam said, genuine smile framing the compliment.
The flower certainly drew his attention too, Sam leaning forward to see it. [say]"...Is that...magic?"[/say] He asked, wondering if perhaps Amun had recently drunk from an Abandoned.
Not having been aware of the amount of time clay really took, Sam considered his options: he wasn't planning to stay in the Grounds for much longer, but he didn't want to make Amun travel all the way to Torchline... [say]"...Could you keep it for me, and next time I'm in town, I'll come for it? I'm not sure when that'll be."[/say] He watched his work slide into the kiln, hoped it wouldn't explode (he'd heard that could happen).
Going to sit down on one of the offered stools, he looked Amun over: it seemed he had perhaps missed out on the opportunity to make a friend earlier. The man was kind, creative...he shuffled a little on the seat, wondering how to continue to make conversation that wouldn't lead to any more potentially tense topics surrounding the Voice. [say]"..Did you make pottery in your old world? Before you came to Caido?"[/say]
He nodded at the explanations about some of the works, finding it fascinating to hear other people's processes: his own had always been so methodical, slow. How amazing it would be to be simply inspired, and to make right away! [say]"You're very talented."[/say] Sam said, genuine smile framing the compliment.
The flower certainly drew his attention too, Sam leaning forward to see it. [say]"...Is that...magic?"[/say] He asked, wondering if perhaps Amun had recently drunk from an Abandoned.
Not having been aware of the amount of time clay really took, Sam considered his options: he wasn't planning to stay in the Grounds for much longer, but he didn't want to make Amun travel all the way to Torchline... [say]"...Could you keep it for me, and next time I'm in town, I'll come for it? I'm not sure when that'll be."[/say] He watched his work slide into the kiln, hoped it wouldn't explode (he'd heard that could happen).
Going to sit down on one of the offered stools, he looked Amun over: it seemed he had perhaps missed out on the opportunity to make a friend earlier. The man was kind, creative...he shuffled a little on the seat, wondering how to continue to make conversation that wouldn't lead to any more potentially tense topics surrounding the Voice. [say]"..Did you make pottery in your old world? Before you came to Caido?"[/say]
