full moon rising on the waters of my soul
Amun's mouth was already open to correct Letha, but he snapped it closed when she corrected herself. Nodding approvingly, he watched as she fixed her mistake. When she asked what was next, he pointed towards the outside of the mug. "See how it's a bit uneven? And how there's some excess clay on the outside?" He picked up a small blade, kind of like a scalpel.
Then he held it just over the surface of the clay. "The next step is to trim that. You just run the blade gently along the areas you want to even out. Don't press too hard or hold it too long or you'll remove too much."
Still hovering without touching the clay, he ran his blade up from the bottom of the mug to the top, moving at a steady pace and holding it at the same distance the whole time. "Think you can do that?" He flipped the blade around towards her, holding it out hilt first.
Then he held it just over the surface of the clay. "The next step is to trim that. You just run the blade gently along the areas you want to even out. Don't press too hard or hold it too long or you'll remove too much."
Still hovering without touching the clay, he ran his blade up from the bottom of the mug to the top, moving at a steady pace and holding it at the same distance the whole time. "Think you can do that?" He flipped the blade around towards her, holding it out hilt first.
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