Take This Withered Love
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At the same time, in Yewton, inside a pottery studio called The Cozy Kiln, Elena was shaping a lump of clay between her palms.
Beside her, Calliope leaned across the worktable, her small face streaked with gray smudges.
"Elena, look at my bunny!" she said proudly, lifting a crooked little lump with both hands.
Elena leaned closer, studying it seriously before dabbing a small bit of clay on the tip of Calliope's nose.
"That's definitely a bunny, but shouldn't a bunny have a round nose?"
Calliope burst into laughter and grabbed a handful of clay to swipe back at her.