“Now take them to the furnace and make sure-”
“They don’t burn,” the boy finished, jumping off the stool, grabbing the tray, and whistling a tune as he walked to the kiln.
He deftly opened it and quickly placed the pots inside, then used the bellows to stoke the fire to just the right level. He managed all of this before Ollie could even get back to his wheel.
“Dad.”
“Yes, son?”
“Why are we working with clay?” Eliol asked as he approached the window of their workshop.
As Eliol had grown, the room in their house designated for the potter’s wheel had become too small. Ollie had called on his friends for help, and they’d all spent two seasons building an addition to the house where he and his son now worked together.
As the boy grew strong enough to sit at the wheel for hours rather th
