Jackilyn received a clip around the ear, her hair floofing over her face as a result. Although the potters wheel turned, all that spun upon it was a wobbling blob of misshapen clay, full of potential even if the potter was lacking enthusiasm.
"We be needing six milk jugs and six water jugs before day is through! Dawdling, all you be doing these past days, could put the dog in your seat and he'd do a better job!"
Old Flo was still cranky after the innocent mistake. It was a pretty cup, lattice work around the edge, dipped in a glaze of different green hues. Lattice work, small diamond shapes punched through the clay around the rim, to top it all a scroll like handle. It -should- have been the type of cup nobility would have purchased, though, nobility, like Flo, probably wouldn't have appreciated hot tea streaming out of the holes instead of into their mouths.
"Six jugs, right, umm.."
Jackilyn started shaping the clay, dipping her fingertips in water and pinching the mushy blob, pulling it up, sculpting it out, though her mind wasn't on the task and the wheel turned too quickly as she became more and more distracted, sending slip and clay about in a messy, small, cyclone that ended up splattering anything it could reach. Thankfully Flo had her back to her as a blob of clay landed on the old womans rear, with luck it went unnoticed.
"If I've told you once, I'll be telling you again, stick with your own kind! You wouldn't be like this if you had your head out of the clouds and down here with rest of us! Doctors? Not even a decent type like the leecher I suppose, foreigners! What about Alfie Woodlin?"
Jackilyn didn't say anything as she tried to work, though it didn't much look like a jug, more like a squat chamberpot.
"Prospects he has, got his own farm, land, animals..."
"..and were caught with his trousers around his ankles in the sheep hut"
Old Flo dismissed that with a short sniff and a flutter of the rag in her hand.
"Then one of Dentons lads! Henry? Harvey?..."
"..You mean Harry? Don't much care for him."
" Just because he put a toad in your bed when you were a youngun?"
" A toad, a snake, spiders, an old fish.."
The young woman tried to salvage the pot, pulling the clay up and up and making something that could half pass as decent. She then started shaping a handle, a simple thing, and attached it to the side of the pot, thus making it a jug.
"Well if you ask me, you'd be better off with a Bree man, Mister Corndill?"
"Old enough to be your pa, and he smells of cats piss"
Using a metal wire, she cut the pot from the wheel, carefully setting it aside for firing before starting on another.
"Language! Then Little Jamie!"
"Flo, he be ten years old!!"
"Now he is, but in a few years?!!"
Jackilyn sighed and carried on working. As the day dragged on, so did Flo's attempts at trying to scold her choice and push every man, boy and unborn her way as a potential partner. All the milk jugs were made, each a little different based upon the attention she gave, though only two water jugs, yet by the time they had been thrown, her work had improved. The kiln was a ridiculous heat, and just standing beside it made her feel as if she had walked into the mouth of one of the dragons she'd heard tall tales about. Yet, she loaded the raw clay pots into it. Her mind preoccupied, her focus never really there, and the side of her hand catching the edge of the kiln door causing an almighty curse that would have made a sellsword widen his eyes. Dropping the paddle that shunted the pots in, she instinctively put her hand to her mouth to sooth the long, thin burn that marred her clay stained skin. Flo, dropped everything, rather everything she was doing and rushed over to have a look, tutting and squinting as she inspected the burn, the woman actually garnering some sympathy for the lass, probably because of the countless times she'd done the same thing.
"Go lass, go get that looked at, I'll finish up. Leecher will take care of it"
"I'll go to the dwarf"
"Dwarf?! Bloody foreigners, Leecher!"
The girl muttered out something or other to appease the woman as she left the pottery, though Flo was already back to work, muttering herself.
"Gondor? Dwarf? Head in the clouds that one"
