full moon rising on the waters of my soul
Grinning, Amun cocked his head to one side. "You looking for some artwork for your new shop?" He rubbed his hands together. "If you are, I could make you something." Gesturing around at the displays again, he smiled at Sam. "Everything on display is up for grabs. And if nothing strikes your fancy I can make you something specific."
Laughing at the question, he shrugged. "Depends." He pointed at a vase where the opening was the jaws of a dragon, the neck its head, and the body was its furled wings, claw, and tail. "Sometimes it's a commission." Moving on to a box where dolphins leapt on the side and wave patterns decorated the top, he smirked. "Sometimes I'm inspired by the world around me."
Then he smirked and pulled out his patch, setting it on his palm. "And sometimes I'm just playing around." A flower bloomed on his hand as he activated the little piece of tech, a vibrant pink shading to yellow in the center.
Nodding at the redhead's actions with the knife the potter carefully retrieved the vase when the other man seemed finished. "Now we put it into the kiln and let it dry for a while. Once it's dry enough, we can take it out and paint the outside with the glaze and put it back in." Amun sighed. "After that, it'll take a couple of days to fire completely. Sorry, I probably should've warned you. I can deliver it or you can come pick it up, whichever you prefer." While he waited for Sam's response the potter slid the vase into the kiln.
"You can sit on one of the stools. Or check out the wares. Sorry, I don't really entertain people that often." Chuckling, he grabbed one of the stools by the workstation for himself. Perching on it, he watched the redhead.
Laughing at the question, he shrugged. "Depends." He pointed at a vase where the opening was the jaws of a dragon, the neck its head, and the body was its furled wings, claw, and tail. "Sometimes it's a commission." Moving on to a box where dolphins leapt on the side and wave patterns decorated the top, he smirked. "Sometimes I'm inspired by the world around me."
Then he smirked and pulled out his patch, setting it on his palm. "And sometimes I'm just playing around." A flower bloomed on his hand as he activated the little piece of tech, a vibrant pink shading to yellow in the center.
Nodding at the redhead's actions with the knife the potter carefully retrieved the vase when the other man seemed finished. "Now we put it into the kiln and let it dry for a while. Once it's dry enough, we can take it out and paint the outside with the glaze and put it back in." Amun sighed. "After that, it'll take a couple of days to fire completely. Sorry, I probably should've warned you. I can deliver it or you can come pick it up, whichever you prefer." While he waited for Sam's response the potter slid the vase into the kiln.
"You can sit on one of the stools. Or check out the wares. Sorry, I don't really entertain people that often." Chuckling, he grabbed one of the stools by the workstation for himself. Perching on it, he watched the redhead.
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