LETHA
Amun seemed as satisfied with her progress as she was, and moved her on to the next step. He stepped away to ready to kiln and Letha moved to gather the paint. He had not told her any was particularly off limits, so she picked a rather unassuming brown as her base, but her ocean eyes widened at a glimmering gold. Images rolled around in her brain, gentle and soft and gold. She frowned a bit, but gripped the small pot of paint like her life depended on it. Her mother, the images her mind remembered, was painted so delicately in gold. It was an accent to the woman's image, but Letha would never forget it.
Returning to her mug with her supplies gathered, Letha used two large brushes. It was rather simple, and she didn't mind. She painted the entirety of the mug brown, save for the handle and one, thick stripe across the girth of it, which she lathered in the gold. It was more of a yellow, in reality, but it still reminded Letha of her mother. "Okay, I think it's ready." She called out to Amun from where she was, turning to look at the man and nodding confidently.
You can't choose what stays and what fades away
BASE INSPIRED BY ODD <3
