full moon rising on the waters of my soul
Smiling down at Letha, Amun shrugged. "You're welcome." Lifting up a brush from the small table next to the spinning wheel where he kept various tools, he held it up for her. "Now we smooth the handle." He brushed the handle where it pressed against the main part of the mug, attaching it more firmly.
However, he only did a little before handing her the brush. "Next, we paint it, if you want. After that, we just have to fire it for a bit." He pointed at the various paints and glazes resting on the initial workstation, trusting her to be able to figure that step out on her own. That done, he headed over to the kiln. Carefully, using the iron rod and tongs he had for precisely this reason, he built up the fire there.
However, he only did a little before handing her the brush. "Next, we paint it, if you want. After that, we just have to fire it for a bit." He pointed at the various paints and glazes resting on the initial workstation, trusting her to be able to figure that step out on her own. That done, he headed over to the kiln. Carefully, using the iron rod and tongs he had for precisely this reason, he built up the fire there.
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