full moon rising on the waters of my soul
Amun watched Letha work the clay. Although he wasn't much of a teacher, he tried to turn as critical an eye to her work as possible. Unfortunately, it came out a bit lopsided in the end, the thickness not the same all the way through. "Good! This is tough though. Here, let me show you. Keep kicking at it."
With that, he knelt by the wheel until he was on the same level as her. His hands reached out and hovered over the clay for a moment. Then he pressed it back together, undoing all the work she'd done. However, it was only so he could replicate it. His thumbs pressed down on the center while his fingers pulled on the outside. "Make sure to keep the pressure steady. And if you mess up, remember it's malleable. You can always pull or push it back into the shape you wanted." That said, he pulled it outwards so the rim was bowing out. Then he shifted it so it was pushing inwards at the top.
Finally, he returned it to the lump it had started out as. "Now you try." Removing his hands from the clay, he stood up. Then he gestured for her to take a spin (pun semi-intended).
With that, he knelt by the wheel until he was on the same level as her. His hands reached out and hovered over the clay for a moment. Then he pressed it back together, undoing all the work she'd done. However, it was only so he could replicate it. His thumbs pressed down on the center while his fingers pulled on the outside. "Make sure to keep the pressure steady. And if you mess up, remember it's malleable. You can always pull or push it back into the shape you wanted." That said, he pulled it outwards so the rim was bowing out. Then he shifted it so it was pushing inwards at the top.
Finally, he returned it to the lump it had started out as. "Now you try." Removing his hands from the clay, he stood up. Then he gestured for her to take a spin (pun semi-intended).
amun
