LETHA
The fact that Amun's mouth opened and closed several times at this point as Letha explored how she could mold the clay was not lost on her, despite her iron focus. She did not lean back any more as Amun explained the next step to her, explaining the use of the tool and demonstrating. Nodding, she took the scalpel from him. She held it in her hands for a few minutes, keeping the wheel turning and the clay moving. She closed the eyes, envisioning the technique in her head that she had just watched the master demonstrate.
Opening her ocean eyes, she gently reached out with the tool. She barely grazed it over the still-moving, still-moist clay. Thin, thin lines of shrapnel fell from the blade. She was afraid to press too hard, not wanting to start over at this point. She bit her lower lip some, pulling the knife away and inspecting the mug. She reached out again, shaving just a few more hairlines of clay from the soon-to-be mug, before deciding it looked okay.
You can't choose what stays and what fades away
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