11 Glade, Year 123
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One of the things that was recommended to her by her paedagogi was that she work on sculpting. While what she did so far was perfectly adequate, but getting into the finer, more delicate details required for extensively detailed shapes meant learning more about the shapes themselves and practicing different forms. That didn’t have to be done with aether; normal clay would do. But Hilana, at that moment, had enough going on with her lessons and training and work and caring for her animals that digging out and straining clay from the riverbank through a fine mesh sieve to clear out all of the impurities was not time efficient, and so she put her aether to work.
She had taken multiple buckets from the greenhouses and having washed them thoroughly, gone along the river to pull out great handfuls of clay. She was mindful of the crocodiles, though for some reason, they didn’t seem to mind her and were apparently content to leave her alone. She’d take it, truthfully. But she found the clay she needed and wanted, and set to work mixing it and feeling for any stones, shells, teeth, pebbles, bits of seaweed... Everything that she didn’t need in there that was hanging out and would interrupt the shaping and cause a problem with her sculpting practice had to go, and back into the Vasta it went. At last, Hilana had two large buckets stuffed full of clay, and due to the obscene weight, used Enmesh to make them as light as air to make them easy to transport.
She took her bounty off and out of the way of the water, but where she was close enough that she could watch the active port while still being out of the way and being in no real danger from creatures or people. Hilana knew full well that she could have left the city, but she had lessons later, and the last thing she wanted to do was lose track of time and be late. So as it was, she settled down in the shade of the various buildings, getting comfortable in the sands with her skirts, and settled the first bucket of clay in front of her with some of the metal trays from work on which she could put her practice efforts. The Vastiana had always been one for getting her hands dirty, and so while she laid a canvas cloth over her lap so that the clay didn’t wreck her brightly-dyed skirts of green and gold, she wasn’t too fussed otherwise. She had borrowed a couple of older tools from some of the potters that she had struck up friendships with, simple basic ones like balls and little pottery knives and spoons to help shape things and play with the earth until she was ready to do it by hand and with aether.
She scooped up a handful of the wet, soft clay, shaking a bit of excess water out, and began to roll it between her palms in order to make a rope. One could well guess, from the pythons hanging out on her shoulders and in her hair, precisely what she was trying to make. Tiaz lounged on her shoulders, content in the warmth of the spring heat, while the smaller, grey python was half on her shoulders, half in her hair, and apparently enjoying that perch while the girl could people-watch and try to form a funny, if lumpy, snake. It had just eaten, and that was her excuse. She would stick to it.
[Closed - Garr]
One of the things that was recommended to her by her paedagogi was that she work on sculpting. While what she did so far was perfectly adequate, but getting into the finer, more delicate details required for extensively detailed shapes meant learning more about the shapes themselves and practicing different forms. That didn’t have to be done with aether; normal clay would do. But Hilana, at that moment, had enough going on with her lessons and training and work and caring for her animals that digging out and straining clay from the riverbank through a fine mesh sieve to clear out all of the impurities was not time efficient, and so she put her aether to work.
She had taken multiple buckets from the greenhouses and having washed them thoroughly, gone along the river to pull out great handfuls of clay. She was mindful of the crocodiles, though for some reason, they didn’t seem to mind her and were apparently content to leave her alone. She’d take it, truthfully. But she found the clay she needed and wanted, and set to work mixing it and feeling for any stones, shells, teeth, pebbles, bits of seaweed... Everything that she didn’t need in there that was hanging out and would interrupt the shaping and cause a problem with her sculpting practice had to go, and back into the Vasta it went. At last, Hilana had two large buckets stuffed full of clay, and due to the obscene weight, used Enmesh to make them as light as air to make them easy to transport.
She took her bounty off and out of the way of the water, but where she was close enough that she could watch the active port while still being out of the way and being in no real danger from creatures or people. Hilana knew full well that she could have left the city, but she had lessons later, and the last thing she wanted to do was lose track of time and be late. So as it was, she settled down in the shade of the various buildings, getting comfortable in the sands with her skirts, and settled the first bucket of clay in front of her with some of the metal trays from work on which she could put her practice efforts. The Vastiana had always been one for getting her hands dirty, and so while she laid a canvas cloth over her lap so that the clay didn’t wreck her brightly-dyed skirts of green and gold, she wasn’t too fussed otherwise. She had borrowed a couple of older tools from some of the potters that she had struck up friendships with, simple basic ones like balls and little pottery knives and spoons to help shape things and play with the earth until she was ready to do it by hand and with aether.
She scooped up a handful of the wet, soft clay, shaking a bit of excess water out, and began to roll it between her palms in order to make a rope. One could well guess, from the pythons hanging out on her shoulders and in her hair, precisely what she was trying to make. Tiaz lounged on her shoulders, content in the warmth of the spring heat, while the smaller, grey python was half on her shoulders, half in her hair, and apparently enjoying that perch while the girl could people-watch and try to form a funny, if lumpy, snake. It had just eaten, and that was her excuse. She would stick to it.
