full moon rising on the waters of my soul
Laughing at the splatter and Sam's reaction to it, Amun slipped his hands into his pockets. "Sorry. Should've warned you." He nodded at the cot in the corner. Next to it was a dresser with a washbasin, and there was a string of drying clothes next to it. "You can wash up afterwards and borrow some of my clothes until yours are dry, if you like. We're about the same size."
He smiled, glancing back at the redhead. "I'm sure we can think of some way to pass the time." Amun winked, both eyes crinkling as he did.
The smile turned into a full on grin at the other man's delight. The potter clapped when the wheel finally rumbled to a halt. "Excellent. Unique, and really great work for your first time." He nodded at his fellow Ascended.
Then Amun stepped forward. "Now we can either leave it as is and move on to the trimming and the glazes and the firing or I can show you how to correct some of the imperfections. Up to you." He trailed his fingers along the outside of the vase, tracing around the neck in particular.
He smiled, glancing back at the redhead. "I'm sure we can think of some way to pass the time." Amun winked, both eyes crinkling as he did.
The smile turned into a full on grin at the other man's delight. The potter clapped when the wheel finally rumbled to a halt. "Excellent. Unique, and really great work for your first time." He nodded at his fellow Ascended.
Then Amun stepped forward. "Now we can either leave it as is and move on to the trimming and the glazes and the firing or I can show you how to correct some of the imperfections. Up to you." He trailed his fingers along the outside of the vase, tracing around the neck in particular.
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