full moon rising on the waters of my soul
As Letha finished her painting, Amun nodded. "We need to give it a bit of time to dry, then we can put it in the kiln to be fired." Grabbing a tray, he headed back towards the workstation.
He started adding pieces that needed to be fired onto the tray, starting with the mug, which he put carefully in the corner. "When you put things in the kiln, you have to make sure they're not touching anywhere. Given how long it takes the kiln to heat up, it's always best to do things in batches if you can." Once he'd finished assembling the nearly finished pieces, he stepped back. It was an eclectic collection: her mug, some other plainer cups, a lovingly painted bowl, a vase, all handmade and mostly unique.
He started adding pieces that needed to be fired onto the tray, starting with the mug, which he put carefully in the corner. "When you put things in the kiln, you have to make sure they're not touching anywhere. Given how long it takes the kiln to heat up, it's always best to do things in batches if you can." Once he'd finished assembling the nearly finished pieces, he stepped back. It was an eclectic collection: her mug, some other plainer cups, a lovingly painted bowl, a vase, all handmade and mostly unique.
amun
