[Canterlot] This week its Pots (featuring Whatnot)

[sarcatsic]

Whatnot didn't see any reason not to try something new. The local potter Fire Clay was nice enough to give her lessons on pot making, so he trained her for a couple weeks. Whatnot was just starting to get used to the pottery wheel, using her hoof to spin the table, and her magic to slowly shape the clay into a form that looked alright. Fire Clay asked her to watch the shop for a moment while he went to deliver a particularly large pot on a cart. He was taking it to Canterlot Castle, for Princess Luna, who loved his work enough to make it a part of her home.

The blue unicorn was perfectly content multitasking, keeping an eye on things while she spun away on the wheel. But then something distracted her and the clay ended up flying off the edge and right into her face, making a loud, thick, splatter noise.

"AHH ponyfeathers!" she cursed, scrambling around carefully to find a towel, or a fountain to wash up in. She tried very hard to use her instincts to direct her away from the pottery shop. It would be fine for the moment alone. It would be better than her tripping through the store in hopes of not breaking anything. Her ears detected the sound of Main Street's fountain, the one that had a large swirly stallion statue in the center. She fumbled around for the stone, flopped over the edge, and dunk her face into the cool water. She splashed around a bit to get the clay off, that had begun to dry before she made it there.

She reared her head up, gasping for air, making a big "Brrrrrr!" as she shook her head of water.

(whatnot profile: http://www.canterlot.com/topic/411-whatnot/ )

[Skye]

Having decided to take Princess up on her invitation to visit the castle again, Skye couldn't help but look nervous as he stepped through the gates of Canterlot. This time it wasn't by accident, it wasn't by night, but rather by design. Here, he realized were a -lot- of ponies, who would see him exactly for what he was. Yet, just like the gala, it seemed that most ponies didn't pay him much mind. Which was rather strange to him, considering that for much of his life in the past had dealt with mostly hiding. Himself, and others of his kind, of course. But ever since the Princesses had returned to rule together, things had changed quite a bit, and it was just such an occasion as this that new things were worth trying. And he was glad that he had made the journey through the Whitetail Wood to the glittering white castle perched on the side of the mountain.

Though he wasn't exactly being gawked at, which was a little disconcerting in itself, he nevertheless remained wary, since this was a new experience for him and all. Last time he had been here, it had mostly been ponies milling about and going about their business, especially in the presence of the princesses. He knew the way to the heart of the castle, but he couldn't help but feel the urge to dawdle a bit, since he'd never mentioned when he might possibly arrive. This gave him the opportunity to take in the sights and sounds of pony life on the rather gorgeous day, and the marketplace was as good a place as any to see how they went about their daily lives. Here was a vendor selling foodstuffs, that one was selling pretty bangles, and yet still another was selling strange objects he had absolutely no idea how to use. He'd seen cups and bowls and such before, but some of these seemed ornamental, as if they served no purpose other than to look good.

But then he chanced upon a small shop that had large clay pots and assorted ware on a table outside, drying in the sun. Making mud into simple shapes had been something that had been around for quite some time; one of his favorite bowls had been made simply in this fashion. Yet others of these had such shiny glazes and intricate designs, that it could have only been made by someone who cherished the art of pottery itself. Having caught his eye, and piquing his curiosity, he couldn't help but carefully poke his head inside the door to see what else might be inside. But before he could adjust his eyes to the difference in light, when a loud curse from nearby startled him, and he backed into one of the pots outside the store, knocking it over. Before he could catch it, it hit the ground and shattered into several little pieces. Ears drooping, he lifted his head to look at the unicorn who had so brazenly distracted him at this crucial moment, thinking that this was certainly a fine kettle of berries this morning. Just can't take him anywhere, it seems.

"I'm so sorry!" he called to her, his mind working as he tried to think of a way he could remedy the situation.