full moon rising on the waters of my soul
As Letha took the scalpel and began trimming the mug, Amun stood up. Crossing his arms, he waited patiently for her to begin. When she did, he nodded approvingly at her care.
As she lifted the blade from the clay, he smiled. "Good. Let the wheel come to a stop. I'll be right back." Heading back towards the workstation, he cut off a bit more clay from the big block and brought it over to her.
"Next step is the handle." Dipping his hands in the water, he wet the clay, then began to roll it in his palms. Once it was a cylinder, he placed it carefully on the outside of the mug, curving it into the correct shape.
Then he even more carefully pulled the handle off and crushed it into a ball. "Your turn!" He held out the clay for her to take.
As she lifted the blade from the clay, he smiled. "Good. Let the wheel come to a stop. I'll be right back." Heading back towards the workstation, he cut off a bit more clay from the big block and brought it over to her.
"Next step is the handle." Dipping his hands in the water, he wet the clay, then began to roll it in his palms. Once it was a cylinder, he placed it carefully on the outside of the mug, curving it into the correct shape.
Then he even more carefully pulled the handle off and crushed it into a ball. "Your turn!" He held out the clay for her to take.
amun
