Samuel Carlin
Nalacko had been furiously working with her pottery. She'd made several piles of bowls and jars with lids. Now she wanted some rope to tie the jar with the lid. Luckily she knew who to ask. Nala hoped Rosannah wouldn't mind her asking to make them. Or what if the woman was already busy? Well she had the day off, she could wait a little while.
The question was what colors should she get? Neutral colors? Matching colors? If she'd made these items for a specific person and knew what they liked, it would be an easier matter. Nala mulled as she walked down the hall. Her two greens flitted along with her and chattered back and forth. That was it!
She'd let Rosannah decide. Surely the older woman would have some good ideas. Nala perked up her step as she headed toward the weavers section. When she got there, the teen looked around for her friend.
