#Enchanted portals inspiration vs plagiarism how to#
If I couldn’t make words work, think of the right things to say or how to say them, then I would turn to other symbols. When I finally set down the tea mug, I had a new plan of attack. It didn’t really taste like any beverage I’d had before, but it was sweet and warm.Īnd angrily sipping ‘tea’ quickly turns into just drinking tea.
I raised my head and uncurled my arms enough to take the drink. My sulking was interrupted by a tapping near my elbow. “Well when I’m feeling upset, I drink a mug of tea to feel better. And I’m upset about being so upset.”Ī few moments later the little boy chimed in. “Are you alright miss?” That was the voice of the little girl, the one who had had curved horns and purple skin. I smacked the clay down on to the table with a thud, and rested my face against crossed forearms on the table. Part of me hated myself for being so weak. Part of me wanted to destroy something, wanted to scream. I shouldn’t be this angry about a light damned lump of clay.Ĭlay squished through my fingers as I clenched them angrily. There was a pointed lack of external comment, as I ripped up and squished the clay. My sixth attempt at putting toothpick to clay saw my toothpick go straight through, before shattering back into aether under my grip. A curved rim, that would allow the totem to be held from above.Ĭlay, unlike glass, was not see through, but that just meant that both surfaces could be decorated separately.Īfter five false starts, where I tried various ways of describing the wind, it looked considerably more munted. The bowl had the distinct shape of a decorated candle holder I had owned in my life before - the sort of stylized fishbowl shape, a distorted sphere, with flat stable base, and small curved rim around the top. Air could not be held but I could craft a place it could settle or storm. What I created wasn’t a standard bowl, nor was it in any way a chalice since chalices are defined by the distinct goblet shape, but at the same time it was inspired by the chalice - a container to hold the sacred flame, or blessed water or stone. But simply working the clay, warming it up with moist fingers and firm kneading, until it was ready to shift gracefully with my touch, gave me time to let my thoughts run free. I had no clue what I was making when I sat down with the block of clay. Theoretically my mood should have crashed about then, but there is something pure about the act of creation. (The other dad being apparently ‘Teacher dad’, or ‘slow-to-wake-up-in-the-morning dad’). They were also quite excited to play with clay with “Magic dad, and Jevama’s friend”, and made for a lovely cover story. Those kids ran diplomatic circles around me. One of the other things that gave those kids major props? They took about two looks at my facial expression on watching that, and unanimously decided Not to ask any of the fifteen insensitive questions that they could have, and instead dragged the conversation to safe topics, and left me options to jump in if I wanted too, or sit it out, which I did.
A pair of fathers both doting over those kids made the whole thing even more adorable. The kids were clearly adopted, looking nothing alike other than all being the same species.ĭraenei kids - absolutely adorable.
Unlike Jevama’s friend’s place Breliir's housing was a decent space, but since it was clearly being shared, not just by the husbands but also several kids, the space was still fully used. Meanwhile Breliir led me back into the housing quarters of the Exodar, to grab breakfast at his place while we waited for the markets to open. Jevama had decided that she could trust Breliir to watch me, and had run off to do something. It's not a bad suggestion, I'm just not taking it.Ĭhapter Seven: Heaven’s light/Hellfire Peninsula As for the vote on my totems, sorry this is not a diplomacy. Happy new year all, I bring thee chapter seven despite the combined attempts of the holidays and my writing laptop's fried motherboard to stop my work.