Sarah found herself grinning stupidly at seeing the vases she’d decorated displayed as if they were in a gallery. She blushed slightly at Jareth’s fond appraisal of her reaction, but it did nothing to diminish her joy.
She picked up one of her first finished pieces and turned it in her hands, noting how the colours worked together and where she felt it could be improved. Placing it down, she materialised writing materials without conscious thought and started making notes. Sarah worked her way along the shelf, inspecting each item and making notations on her observations. She walked back to the beginning to start on the lower row and glanced up to see Jareth staring at her with a big grin. “What?”
“What are you doing, love?”
“Taking notes.” She looked at Jareth in confusion, frowning as he chuckled at her reaction.
Jareth shook his head. “Your basic magic skills are improving.”
“I don’t understand.” Sarah looked at the book in her hand. “Oh! I didn’t even think.” She flung her arms around Jareth’s neck. “This is awesome.”
He enthusiastically returned her embrace. “You should be proud of yourself. Your fine control is improving faster than we expected.”
Sarah turned over a vase to see numbers and a series of icons stamped in the base. “What’s this?” She figured the numbers were the year Above, but the icons were simplistic. “I think this is a stylised version of your crest, an animal head and a trident maybe?”
“That is well reasoned. It indicates the year, original, potter and decorator.” Jareth pointed to the icons. “That’s a wolf’s head. You’re the crown.Our team Above suggested the practice.”
“That is so cool.” Sarah placed the piece back and turned back to Jareth. “When I first saw the gallery and studio I was overwhelmed with the amazing work and thought I’d never be able to approach the expertise, but I think I get it now.” Even though she’d seen Jareth working with Rook, the breathtaking skill of all the artisans had distracted her. It wasn’t until she worked alongside Bishop that she started to understand that none of their work existed in a vacuum.
The sculptures displayed around her had styles varied enough to suggest different artists, but she’d learned that Bishop did the ceramic casting. Rook and Jareth did the metal casting and finishing, due to one having a background as a smith and the other just liking shiny things which apparently included molten metals. “It’s all about collaboration.”
Jareth smiled as Sarah’s face lit up with possibilities. “We learn from each other and work with our strengths.”
“I’d like to do more of this while I work on getting the hang of turning a pot.” Sarah picked out a vase with a gradient of blue through green with spots of gold that looked like fireflies over a field. “I’d like to send this one to my family, I think Irene would like it.”
Colourful
She picked up one of her first finished pieces and turned it in her hands, noting how the colours worked together and where she felt it could be improved. Placing it down, she materialised writing materials without conscious thought and started making notes. Sarah worked her way along the shelf, inspecting each item and making notations on her observations. She walked back to the beginning to start on the lower row and glanced up to see Jareth staring at her with a big grin. “What?”
“What are you doing, love?”
“Taking notes.” She looked at Jareth in confusion, frowning as he chuckled at her reaction.
Jareth shook his head. “Your basic magic skills are improving.”
“I don’t understand.” Sarah looked at the book in her hand. “Oh! I didn’t even think.” She flung her arms around Jareth’s neck. “This is awesome.”
He enthusiastically returned her embrace. “You should be proud of yourself. Your fine control is improving faster than we expected.”
Sarah turned over a vase to see numbers and a series of icons stamped in the base. “What’s this?” She figured the numbers were the year Above, but the icons were simplistic. “I think this is a stylised version of your crest, an animal head and a trident maybe?”
“That is well reasoned. It indicates the year, original, potter and decorator.” Jareth pointed to the icons. “That’s a wolf’s head. You’re the crown.Our team Above suggested the practice.”
“That is so cool.” Sarah placed the piece back and turned back to Jareth. “When I first saw the gallery and studio I was overwhelmed with the amazing work and thought I’d never be able to approach the expertise, but I think I get it now.” Even though she’d seen Jareth working with Rook, the breathtaking skill of all the artisans had distracted her. It wasn’t until she worked alongside Bishop that she started to understand that none of their work existed in a vacuum.
The sculptures displayed around her had styles varied enough to suggest different artists, but she’d learned that Bishop did the ceramic casting. Rook and Jareth did the metal casting and finishing, due to one having a background as a smith and the other just liking shiny things which apparently included molten metals. “It’s all about collaboration.”
Jareth smiled as Sarah’s face lit up with possibilities. “We learn from each other and work with our strengths.”
“I’d like to do more of this while I work on getting the hang of turning a pot.” Sarah picked out a vase with a gradient of blue through green with spots of gold that looked like fireflies over a field. “I’d like to send this one to my family, I think Irene would like it.”
“Of course. I’ll arrange it for you.”