12th of Fall, 513 AV, Afternoon
Riverfall, Terra Cottage
Riverfall, Terra Cottage
"I'm working at the Terra Cottage - the pottery shop. I don't know if you're familiar with it? It's near the Antiquities Society." Those had been the words Serenity had used to describe the location of her workplace. As he had told her four days ago, he had been in the area before. A visit to the Zjongie Warrens had spurred his body to develop a shell, just like his encounter on the bridge had been etched into his clay by two simple lines on his sides. Unlike the new lines, though, he had a good idea of what the shell was supposed to represent: protection against inattentive Akalak feet.
He had learned from that encounter, and stayed as close to the edge of the road as possible, preferring to make his way through debris and the first fallen autumn leaves rather then sticking to the busier parts where he had to keep an eye on traffic at all times. He could of course make sure he was noticed, as he had done on Christina's Remorse, but that was such a nerfwracking experience that he tended to feel drained whenever he tried it.
This was exactly why he was in the area, of course. Serenity had been kind enough to get him out of that uncomfortable situation, and to return the favor, he had offered to pose for her, demonstrating the way he could adjust his body to help her better understand how to shape clay. But first, he would have to find the place where she worked.
He started his search at the Antiques Society, which she had used as a reference point, and made his way westward from there, away from the Warrens and the Condos, towards the businesses. There were a small number of them here, all of them meticulously maintained, each displaying its own assortment of specialized goods. The shop he was looking for was easy to pick out, once he had discovered the right alleyway. The three shelves of red-brown jugs and jars announced the presence of the Terra Cottage far better then any sign could.
With a small ramp leading to the entrance, and a door that stood invitingly open, entering here was easy when compared to some other buildings in town. Whether these were permanent features or added because his arrival was expected, he didn't know. It could be simply useful decoration, but it also wouldn't surprise him if Serenity had noticed the size of the threshold upon arriving home, and decided to make things a little easier for him.
The Pycon boldly marched into the front room, hoping to see the blue-green and gold of his hostess rather then the unfamiliar features of the owner of the place. "Hello?"
He had learned from that encounter, and stayed as close to the edge of the road as possible, preferring to make his way through debris and the first fallen autumn leaves rather then sticking to the busier parts where he had to keep an eye on traffic at all times. He could of course make sure he was noticed, as he had done on Christina's Remorse, but that was such a nerfwracking experience that he tended to feel drained whenever he tried it.
This was exactly why he was in the area, of course. Serenity had been kind enough to get him out of that uncomfortable situation, and to return the favor, he had offered to pose for her, demonstrating the way he could adjust his body to help her better understand how to shape clay. But first, he would have to find the place where she worked.
He started his search at the Antiques Society, which she had used as a reference point, and made his way westward from there, away from the Warrens and the Condos, towards the businesses. There were a small number of them here, all of them meticulously maintained, each displaying its own assortment of specialized goods. The shop he was looking for was easy to pick out, once he had discovered the right alleyway. The three shelves of red-brown jugs and jars announced the presence of the Terra Cottage far better then any sign could.
With a small ramp leading to the entrance, and a door that stood invitingly open, entering here was easy when compared to some other buildings in town. Whether these were permanent features or added because his arrival was expected, he didn't know. It could be simply useful decoration, but it also wouldn't surprise him if Serenity had noticed the size of the threshold upon arriving home, and decided to make things a little easier for him.
The Pycon boldly marched into the front room, hoping to see the blue-green and gold of his hostess rather then the unfamiliar features of the owner of the place. "Hello?"
