//?A Curious Sergal: Part 6.001
Its buildings were made of mud and clay. market stalls were set up all over the interior of the winding streets and alleys. just like the winding corridors and bulkheads of the nomad facility.
Uncertainty and Doubt
His mind was riddled with questions over what made someone living- could this creature trolled from the clays of a river be considered lving.
Lamp Chat
**daomond:** i was browsing a thrift store and found this old, chipped-up clay kettle. i thought it was a kettle. i was gonna spackle it up and repaint it. i started cleaning it up with my ceramic tools, and poof!
Ander - Chapter 6, Subchapter 80
There was a message scribbled across her collarbones, the brownish red of blood and clay, three words in old wolven, screaming into the wind. _renna. baiya yamre._ she knew what words needed to be said now. "mother!"
Chapter one Part one
Damp and riddled with soil that clung to the fur on his hands as he had replanted each of the bulbs in their respective clay pot. his mother had taught him as he grew, and he came to appreciate the reward of nurturing the earth.
350 In The Field Of The Cage
White paper is available these days, but parchment or even subsequently fired clay would be valid. cleo springs for a high quality piece of papyrus out of a sense of irony.
Innocence Lost
However, it would be the shattering of a clay mug across the floor in the kitchen to trigger the worse fight they'd ever had... and ever would. "i didn't want to come to this fucking town!" he howled back at her.
Sly...
(chapter 1) a stumble, a mumble, and a slur the floor seems to be my salvation, my cure rock bottom broken, blood flows on the cold concrete that were beneath my feet vision clear as clay, i try, but can't deny it could be any day seems i was left alone
Slice of Life (Otherwise Untitled)
The stew would then be staged in the cooling pots of unglazed clay for the evening meal just after the heat of the day broke.
Chapter 32 Let's Get Married
At the moment, evelyn was sitting beside aina around one of the many fires, still painted with clay and clapping her paws as she watched the dancing. she elbowed aina every now and then, pointing to something funny she wanted her to see.
Megalopolis - Forging a Soul
As the first rays of sun shine through the open doors of the forge seishirou paints several layers of a clay mixture on the blade, but he leaves the very edge bare.
Knowledge isn't Always Good
They all laugh, i walk forward avoiding the large piles of clay. the three notice me and they all turn to face me smiling. "greetings hunter gwen, nice to see you here."