With a little earth and a touch of water
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With Amata's help Cypress had been able to find a couple books on pottery making from the library of the village. One of them was far too advanced for his meager reading skills but had lots of pictures that showed various steps in making pottery of different types which was helpful enough in and of itself. The other though, was more at his level and gave him the information he needed to get started. He read over the first of its chapters several times and felt confident that with the knowledge he had gleaned from its pages he would be able to replace the pot of his mothers that had been broken in the spring.

Rising with the morning sun, Cypress left the manor rather early, though not much more than usual. He had always preferred to make the most of the daylight hours. The book had been left behind as he wished to travel in his favored lupus form, but he was sure he would remember the important bits and rehearsed them over and over again in his mind as he made his way toward the southern portion of the lake. He didn't know if he would find clay there, but he figured it was a good enough place to start.

In time his nose lead him to a spot where the the richer top soil seemed thinner and after a bit of digging the earth turned hard and sticky with a much paler color than the black earth that had sat on top of it. After digging up a fair sized lump of the stuff he looked around. Seeing no one around he closed his eyes and focused on the change that would give him the hands he needed. Once on two legs the young man gathered up the clay and stomped a bit on the divet he had left behind in the ground. Hopefully no one would trip over it. Clay in hand he made his way back to the lake shore where he would try to get the clay mixed to a consistency that would be usable for his project.

Frustration quickly took over as his efforts seemed to only take the clay from one extreme to the other. He had started with only a small portion of what he had gathered. Which was a very good thing since his first attempt had turned the substance into something slight firmer than mud. After a few adjustments to the mixture it had become hard and crumbly. He seemed unable to find a happy middle ground.

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Eugh, bad post. Sorry.

Paz and Amon were always a handful, even as they stalked their mother out of the house. Krystalle's bear-like son stamped on the ground, pretending he was larger than he really was as his sister rolled around in the remnants of ivy that Mars had cut away from their house. The Horzana woman rolled her eyes, watching her similarly-coloured daughter's antics in the foliage before she was affectionately crushed beneath the tricoloured body of her older brother. A squeaky yelp rose from the throat of the little Russo girl — "Ahmooooon, offas meeeeee!" — before she was saved by the white-tipped hands of her mother as Amon was hoisted up into her arms. The growing boy squirmed, unwilling to be carried the rest of the way toward Rabbit Lake.

When the pale blue surface came into view, Krystalle pointed towards the water lackadaisically. "We call that Rabbit Lake. Conejo lago. Rabbit lake." It was Amon who piped up a mimicry of his mother's voice: "Babbim!" Her eyes rolled in their sockets as she proceeded further towards the lake itself.

It was Paz who noticed someone first, and her awkward curiosity caused her to bounce over without waiting for an 'okay' from the older female. It took a moment for Krystalle to realize her daughter had wandered away, but sure enough...once she caught sight of the ball of tan fur, she hurried after the girl and scooped her up off the ground. The scent of clay was what caused her to stay in her place, watching the boy in the short distance with vague wonder. "'re you makin' something?"

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your post seemed fine to me <3 so sorry for the wait :x the heat has been a motivation killer.

Cypress had little clue to what he was doing. The letters on the page of the book had only been able to tell him so much. When he had read them it had all seemed so simple and straight forwards. But now...well frustration knitted his brow together as he tried working with the raw earth. Unsure if he even had the proper type of clay that he would need.

His book had said that it could often be used straight from the ground. If it was the right kind, but the yellowish clay he had dug from the earth had seemed too dry and hard. So he had hoped if mixed some water and some finer soil from the lake shore would make it into something workable. It sounded much easier than he had first thought it'd be.

The soft murmur of a voice could be heard in the distance, but preoccupied with his the boy hadn't really noticed the others nearing the lake side. His attention was pulled from his work as he heard the sounds of something bounding towards through the grass like a startled rabbit. He looked up just as the mohawked woman scooped up the squirming young pup into her arms. He had never let her before, nor had the boy met very many with dog heritage either. His ears fell back in slight nervousness at suddenly being confronted by the stranger though his tail gave a couple friendly pats against the ground behind him. "Well, I'm trying to..." Though it wasn't going well and his voice carried his uncertainty. "I'm Cypress, by the way. Um, who are you?" He asked, head tilting slight to the side in earnest curiosity.

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Amon pinned his sister in a squirmy, loud wrestle as their mother approached the boy on the edge of the lake. The scent of clay was easy to detect, though it'd been significantly diluted with water. She smiled — was he a potter, like she sometimes claimed to be? Perhaps not. It seemed like he was having some trouble, and it didn't seem like her presence was helping much. She noticed his ears fall back some, a sign he was anxious or uncomfortable or who knew what. She was unfamiliar with the idea, she didn't think she was frightening or scary, but it seemed like others did. Oh well — his tail still thudded the ground, so she couldn't have been that unpleasant.

He was trying, and it made the woman's face light up despite his clear uncertainty. He was Cypress, and she was impressed that someone else was even trying to make something from a chunk of clay. Without asking, she took a seat near the boy — "'m Krystalle. Horzana." — and leaned over to study the medium he had. It looked as though the clay he'd managed to find was unsuitable to the task. Disappointing. "Y'know, you might not be able to make much with that — where'dya get it, mi querido?" Clay had been relatively hard to find in the desert, but it was easy enough in the new world. There was a swamp in the south, and bog clay offered the best canvas without having to add much to it. Silently, she wondered if she had any left in her house.

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sorry its so short :x

Cypress found the short haired woman's appearance to be rather unusual. By his standards at least. It was more her breed and the shortness of her fur that perplexed him, but he tried not stare and gawk at her. His mother had taught him to mind his manners after all. "Its nice to meet you." He replied as she gave her name though as she set down next to him he suddenly blurted out "What happened to your tail?" As he was rather startled by how short it was. So much for manners.

He did understand the last words she'd spoken, but the rest had registered loud and clear. "Oh." His face falling in disappointment as she said he probably wouldn't be able to make anything with the the hard clay he had dug up from the dry earth away from the lake shore. "I dug it up over there a little ways", he said as he pointed to the west, perhaps a little north as well. "I broke one of my mom's flower pots," ears falling flat as he confessed, "I want to make her a new one." It had been an accident, but it had definitely not been one of his prouder moments when Anu had witness his fit of anger after the fact. He still felt his mother was disappointed in him for not being more like his brothers.



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