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As Maea took off the rags and tied her hair up, Amun chuckled. "Right. Of course. Hang on." Heading towards the front door, he took down the spare apron. Returning to the workstation, he handed it to her.
Grinning as she settled on a cup, of all things, the potter nodded. "A cup it is. Should be simple enough." With that, he returned to his spot leaning against the wall. "And it won't even require the wheel."
Nodding approvingly as she sliced off the clay from the larger block, he crossed his arms. "Alright. Now you're going to want to make sure all of it is wet, both inside and out. While you do, just try to get a feel for it." His eyes were sharp as he watched her.
Grinning as she settled on a cup, of all things, the potter nodded. "A cup it is. Should be simple enough." With that, he returned to his spot leaning against the wall. "And it won't even require the wheel."
Nodding approvingly as she sliced off the clay from the larger block, he crossed his arms. "Alright. Now you're going to want to make sure all of it is wet, both inside and out. While you do, just try to get a feel for it." His eyes were sharp as he watched her.
Thrill me, chill me, fulfill me
