Chapter 9
When Isika reached the pottery studio later in the day, she lingered at the doorway to read the feelings of the room. Did the apprentices know that Ivram and Andar had shouted at her from the palace steps? She wouldn’t be surprised if some of the apprentices had been out there watching the scene. But people looked up from their work and nodded, then ignored her. She relaxed. If they knew, they weren’t going to say anything.
Tomas sat at his wheel, throwing pots. He glanced at her, but looked back at the pot he was making. It wasn’t until he finished, cutting the pot away, that he looked up to see Isika tying on her apron. He cleared his throat loudly. Isika froze.
“Hi Tomas,” she said.
“So nice of you to join us,” he replied.
“I uh… had a late night,” she said.
“So I heard.
