04-10-2023, 04:03 PM
Olalla G. Semenov
Male— Ardent— The Pitt— Bio.— Plot
Unlike Waylon, Olalla did not ask to observe. If the woman did not want him to, he knew that she would voice that and the beast would leave. But until then, he laid sprawled out on the warm sandstone, eyes carefully sticking to the working paws around the bowls.
They were pretty he must admit, in all its uneven beauty. Perhaps he'd ask her to show him how to make one, it can't be that hard, could it? It wasn't much different than weaving, just make sure its even and isn't cracking. Although Olalla had bigger paws than she, way bigger.
"If you wouldn't mind," Olalla began, offering a small smile to her and now Waylon. "Could you show me how to make a bowl? I'll get more clay if you don't have enough." He enjoyed these kinds of things, and it made him wonder. Could he start selling these things? And if not, trading at the very least?
They were pretty he must admit, in all its uneven beauty. Perhaps he'd ask her to show him how to make one, it can't be that hard, could it? It wasn't much different than weaving, just make sure its even and isn't cracking. Although Olalla had bigger paws than she, way bigger.
"If you wouldn't mind," Olalla began, offering a small smile to her and now Waylon. "Could you show me how to make a bowl? I'll get more clay if you don't have enough." He enjoyed these kinds of things, and it made him wonder. Could he start selling these things? And if not, trading at the very least?
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I demand only this...that you join with me in building a new Rome, a Rome that offers justice, peace and land to all its citizens, not just the privileged few. Support me in this task, and old divisions will be forgotten. Oppose me, and Rome will not forgive you a second time!
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