full moon rising on the waters of my soul
Amun certainly was handsy, but he never went where he wasn't welcome. In this case, he gave Sam some space while the redhead figured out how the wheel worked. When the other Ascended mostly got the hang of it, the potter grinned and nodded. "Good!"
Walking over to the workstation he retrieved the clay the other man had been working with. Placing it in the center of the wheel, Amun chuckled. "Now the magic happens." He pointed at the unworked clay, which was throwing off droplets of brown water as it spun. They were both getting a bit splattered, hence the aprons. "Press your thumbs in the center to start making a depression. That'll be how you hollow out the vase. Then pinch the top with your fingers and gently pull up to make the neck."
Walking over to the workstation he retrieved the clay the other man had been working with. Placing it in the center of the wheel, Amun chuckled. "Now the magic happens." He pointed at the unworked clay, which was throwing off droplets of brown water as it spun. They were both getting a bit splattered, hence the aprons. "Press your thumbs in the center to start making a depression. That'll be how you hollow out the vase. Then pinch the top with your fingers and gently pull up to make the neck."
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