full moon rising on the waters of my soul
When Letha made her initial cut, Amun opened his mouth to correct her. Most people didn't realize how much clay was discarded in the process of making any given item. However, she swiftly corrected herself and he nodded. "Good. You added more. You always want more than you'll use in the final product." With that, he gestured for her to come over to the kick wheel, grabbing the bucket as he went. "Bring the clay too."
Sitting down, he glanced up at her. "I'm going to demonstrate the motion. It's a bit tricky but you'll get the hang of it quickly." With that, he kicked at the base that was slightly above the ground. It set the cylinder in the center of the wheel to spinning, and the wheel on top as well. He had to kick it a few more times before it was at the speed he wanted. Then he shifted into kicking in a steady pace, just maintaining the current speed.
Letting it rumble to a halt, he stood up. "Got it? If not, feel free to ask questions." He held out his hand for her clay and gestured for her to take the seat he'd just vacated.
Sitting down, he glanced up at her. "I'm going to demonstrate the motion. It's a bit tricky but you'll get the hang of it quickly." With that, he kicked at the base that was slightly above the ground. It set the cylinder in the center of the wheel to spinning, and the wheel on top as well. He had to kick it a few more times before it was at the speed he wanted. Then he shifted into kicking in a steady pace, just maintaining the current speed.
Letting it rumble to a halt, he stood up. "Got it? If not, feel free to ask questions." He held out his hand for her clay and gestured for her to take the seat he'd just vacated.
amun
