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"Allan.
Please" A bit set back but he was willing to give it a try. This
time he got the wheel going slower then a bit faster until his fingers
could work wonders into the clay, looked like a tiered spiky urn that
was growing
taller under his hands. "Mike you got to give it one try before we
have to go," easing the wheel down as he squished the blob of clay
down for Mike to try. He unstraddled the stool to offer him a seat.
"Ye
did verra well Allan," she said, trying to hide her chuckles at the
feel of his creation. "With practice ye would be a fine
potter."
He
laughed and pushed off the way. "Only because Devon said I had
to." Teasing her now. He took Allan's place on the stool and stared
at the clay. "I can't picture that lump being anything but a
lump."
"That's
alright. Just give the wheel a good push. Then put yer left hand on it
and keep it still. brace yer elbow on yer knee if ye have ta. Then place
yer other hand on the other side. Squeeze gently ta go up, and push down
slightly ta go
down."
"All
right." He gave the wheel a push then tried to do just as she
directed. While he didn't send it flying, the wheel moving too slow, he
did manage to make something that was tall and thin, but would never
make a pot. He laughed as
he slowed the wheel. "If I try to make that into a pot, it'll fly
apart."
"Twas
only yer first try.... fer both of ye. Ye did well. If ye keep it up, I
may be out of a job soon." She was teasing them, though only
partly. In truth they both had
done well.
He
rinsed off his hands then stood. "I think I'll stick to being a
knight. It's easier." Grinning, he looked at Allan.
Being
a knight is easier? "Well, if either of ye ever want ta try again,
even fer fun, yer welcome ta." She stood also, stuck her hands in
the bucket, and wiped them on the rag again. "Ye must let me repay
ye somehow fer fixin' it."
"I
may try it again. You might consider giving pottery lessons. Doesn't
hurt to know." Other thoughts came to mind but he kept them in
check. "A good night Devon, I'll be in touch or Mike here will be.
One or both of
us. "You can make me something special in clay then." That
would suit him just fine. He made sure to collect the box with the
bisque inside.
"Good
night ta ye both, and thankye again so verra much. And anyone interested
in learnin' I be willin' ta teach it ta." She stood up on tiptoe to
give a kiss on the cheek to each. "I'll think of somethin'
then." She
said with a smile. "And let me know if that box be right fer yer
friend and I'll start on the others."
"We'll
keep that in mind in case we hear of anyone looking to learn." He
leaned down for the kiss. "Good night, Devon."
"Both
of ye travel safe now." She said in earnest.
With
that he headed out, a smile on his face as he placed the box in the
wagon then mounted up the buckboard. Moments later they were on their
way.
"And I think that
be the best gift ye could give her," she added with a huge smile.
She always enjoyed helping people help others. "I'll start on the
others right away if that one be adequate fer ye."
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