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Started January 27, 2018 by @KalamariCakes

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"Hey! I'm getting there!" He lightly slugged her shoulder.

She swatted him back. "So….." Fae gestured for him to begin.

"Okay, okay," he humored, resting his messy, glaze and clay stained shoes on the pedal to begin turning the wheel with measured pushes. Wetting his hands in order to lubricate the clay, he began to smooth off the lumps.

Curious, Fae asked, "What are you making?"

"A basic flowerpot," he answered.

A petite girl wearing off-brand white Vans, jeans, and a navy blue jacket over a white t-shirt wandered her way down the street, her arms lightly, yet securely folded about her torso as her steps guided her with aimless ease. Her hazel eyes skimmed the shops as she strolled, releasing a pent-up breath at finally being free from the torture cage her house had become. She knew her older brother would be looking for her soon, and would most definitely want to kill her for wandering by herself in the town they’d only just moved to, but she needed to get out, and had no regrets about risking her safety for the sake of her sanity. She let herself study the buildings and other happenings as she drew her way down the path, curious and willing to explore, but also feeling extremely, uncharacteristically withdrawn and careful, shaken off her groove slightly from the rare fighting that had just occurred in her house. So she just took the time to focus on her breathing, letting herself see what there was still to see.
As she came across the pottery shop, she couldn’t help but let her steps falter slightly, her gaze getting caught on the beautiful articles being displayed in the window. Gingerly tucking some of her just-past-shoulder-length blonde hair behind her ear, she turned her body a little to admire the objects, her eyes studying their every curve and every detail of their design. Being an artistic person herself, and using it to ease whatever nerves she felt (which didn't used to be all that common, though it was about to be), it was only reasonable that she took the time to just gaze at what she saw.
A couple minutes passed, and feeling a bit more relaxed and intrigued, she turned her head to send her gaze past the window, and noticed the door was open. She thought a moment, before slowly stepping towards it, deciding she might as well get a closer look. Tenderly pushing her way through the door and slowly crossing the threshold, her eyes slowly skimmed the interior of the charming little building.

As expectedly, Augustus was sitting at the front counter with his feet propped up and leafy eyes downturned with complete engrossment into his novel. Occasionally he's turn his lips to blow hair from his face, or roll his head to give some relief to his cricked neck; the position he was sitting promoted him to keep slouching.

The girl noticed the man sitting on the counter, and studied him a moment with the faint touch of a curve at her lips in case he were to look in her direction, before turning her focus away and sending her eyes on their journey throughout the store. Instantly catching the sight of several pottery pieces that interested her, her arms fell away from her sides as she moved into the depths of the buildings and rows, the characteristic life in her stride renewed as she strolled down an aisle, her pointer finger gently brushing along the shelf as she skimmed the individual works of art, appreciating and instant liking taking to her eyes at what she saw. Her lips gently twitching upwards in a faint smile, she slowly made her way down the row, and eventually paused by a certain piece, moving to carefully admiring it with both sight and touch, well aware to be ginger, as it was breakable. 'They're not even that expensive,' she reflected happily as she turned the piece in her hand, thoughtfully examining its every angle.

Her serene thoughts were sharply i terrupted with a sharp, strained "Oh snap!" And the sound of Augustus slipping ungracefully off his stool.

Fae whipped her head around sharply upon hearing a crash coming from the shop. She stood up hurriedly and rushed to see what was happening, hair flying into her face as her headband fell out. "Mr. Ponticelli, sir? Are you all right?", she said as she helped him up.

"Yeah, yeah," he laughed, reaching for his book. He pushed himself off the ground with help, "Just lost my balance is all. Thank you, Fae," he chuckled with embarassment.

The girl started in alarm, looking up and about with wide eyes as her fingers tightly gripped the object, almost enough to break it. She blinked as she tried to calm the sudden rush of adrenaline, having been wrenched out of a significantly deep state of thought. With the slightest of hesitations in her start, she quickly strode back down the aisle with somewhat long strides, loosening her hold on the pottery item, though forgetting to put it back. She stepped partially out of the aisle and glanced around, before catching sight of the scene. She blinked in surprised concern, and stepped completely out of the aisle as she tucked a strand of hair behind her ear, shifting her weight slightly in their direction, feeling a will to help, but not exactly knowing if she should, or how to go about it.

Fae noticed the strikingly beautiful girl standing awkwardly next to one of the aisles, the internal struggle written on her face. "Hi there, how may I help you today?", she inquired politely, walking towards her as Grace landed nimbly on her shoulder, regarding the new customer, her round orchid eyes blooming in curiosity.

Augustus pulled himself back up to his stool, shaking his head like a wet dog.

The girl looked from the man who was righting himself back onto his stool, to the winged girl who hurried to his aid, and was now speaking to her. She caught her eyes for a second as she approached, stunned by the sight of her wings and the lithe little dragon on her shoulder, She regained her wits a heartbeat or so later. Blinking, her lips stretched into a small smile, her eyes regaining their characteristic, inquisitive sparkle as she hurried to reply, "Oh, um, I was just looking at all the pottery,", her hand shifting the item it held into the other hand so she could gestured to the shelves as she spoke, her eyes following her own motions. She then glanced back at Fae with a softened, delighted look, her free hand slipping into her pocket and the smile still present on her lips as she added in a quieter tone, "It's all so beautiful in here…"

Fae came closer, a smile bright in her almond eyes. "I know what you mean.. It's my only first day working here, and I already love everything." Her wings quivered behind her excitedly, voice gently radiating a supple fondness. "I'm Fae.", she introduced, plucking Leum off one of the shelves and placing him next to Grace, who was cleaning her slim paws daintily with her little tongue. The sandstone dragon immediately shook himself over like an orange cat and clambered onto her head, where he sat contentedly.

Augustus kept his chin tilted to watch the two. He kept a pleased smile, feeling a particular pride watching his young employee, and recent friend, finding a companion in a stranger.

Cruz peeked out of the clay room, "Fae, hey, are we making pottery?" He called to return her attention a bit greedily back to himself.

The girl's eyes curiously studied Fae and her little dragons as they approached, the soft curve present on her lips as she allowed herself to be furtively intrigued by the sight of them. Nodding along in agreement as the other girl spoke, she allowed her eyes to shift and cast an appreciative, sweeping glance about the aisles of pottery before them, before returning her focus to Fae's eyes as she introduced herself. Her soft grin flowering into a smile, she nodded her head and offered a hand, replying in a light-hearted, singsong voice, "Kennedy. Delightful to meet you, Fae." Allowing herself to glance at the dragons, her lips tugged a bit more, her eyes clearly sparkling at the sight of the creatures. "They're gorgeous," she commented and gestured to them slightly with her head, though her interested studying got distracted by Cruz's call. She glanced across the shop at the boy as he spoke.

"Thank you!", Fae exclaimed, slightly bashful, as Smudge poked his little snout out of her pocket, sleepily intrigued. "Would you like to hold one?" She turned back quickly. "Be right over Cruz!", she called back as the small turquoise dragon yawned sweetly and nudged her hand for food. She turned her sunshiny eyes back to Kennedy. "Anything you need help with?" Fae pushed her short pink hair over one shoulder, deftly braiding and unbraiding it as naturally as if she were speaking, with the same sort of eloquence in her quick fingers that she had while molding clay, or even acting. Random words from the Tempest floated into her head. "We are such stuff as dreams are made on: and our little life is rounded with a sleep."

Kennedy glanced back at Fae, and her eyes instantly lit up at the idea of being able to hold one of the dragons. Though a soft cover drew over her face, and a painful tug pulled at her lips as she tipped her head slightly, gazing at Fae. "I don't want to be too much trouble," she replied with a soft, and slightly-disappointed appeasing tone, unable to help her eyes stealing another longing glance at the elegant creatures. "I'd hate to get you in trouble, or keep you from working." Her eyes briefly skipped passed her, glancing at Augustus with a quiet smile that was knowing and apologetic. Her eyes returning to Fae, she continued with a friendly grin, "I'll just look around a little more… I'll try not to cause trouble," she added with a light chuckle.

Augustus didn't seem too particularly concerned for the two's interaction; in fact, his interest centered more wholly on his book right now. It was Cruz on the other hand who had the little patience for such an abrasive, "joker" kind of a personality that craved attention.

"Call if you need anything.", Fae shot a meaningful smile at Kennedy and walked back to Cruz, who was grumpily waiting for her in the back room.

Kennedy nodded a bit with a small smile, and turned to slowly start back down the aisle she came from. The curve softening on her lips, but remaining present, she glanced back down to find herself still holding the piece from earlier. Her heart hummed, and she instantly decided that she loved and wanted it. Her thumb tenderly brushing over it's surface, she took her gaze away to admire some more clay artworks, already finding herself more relaxed and at home in the cozy little shop.

Cruz exhaled a breath of relief when she came back, "Heya,"