amun
"Don't worry. You're in very capable hands." Smirking, Amun held up his own hands so that Maea knew exactly what he was speaking about.
When she asked what had caused him to take up pottery, though, he hesitated. "Once you've got it wet, begin to shape it. If it becomes too difficult, wet your hands again and dribble some water on the clay." He lowered his hands.
For a long moment, he was quiet. "It's a long story." He crossed his arms and slouched further down the wall. "My ship got caught in a storm, and was blown off course. Many of the crew, my adopted family, were killed, and the ship itself was heavily damaged." The words were soft and more solemn than she was used to hearing from him.
"We crashed onto a beach. There was a settlement there, one that was just starting out. They didn't have anyone who could repair our craft, so we settled in there. The potter was old, and had no apprentice. He took a shine to me, and, well, here we are." He shrugged a bit to let her know that it wasn't some fun tale or exciting adventure that had led him to his craft.
When she asked what had caused him to take up pottery, though, he hesitated. "Once you've got it wet, begin to shape it. If it becomes too difficult, wet your hands again and dribble some water on the clay." He lowered his hands.
For a long moment, he was quiet. "It's a long story." He crossed his arms and slouched further down the wall. "My ship got caught in a storm, and was blown off course. Many of the crew, my adopted family, were killed, and the ship itself was heavily damaged." The words were soft and more solemn than she was used to hearing from him.
"We crashed onto a beach. There was a settlement there, one that was just starting out. They didn't have anyone who could repair our craft, so we settled in there. The potter was old, and had no apprentice. He took a shine to me, and, well, here we are." He shrugged a bit to let her know that it wasn't some fun tale or exciting adventure that had led him to his craft.
Thrill me, chill me, fulfill me
