I watched, transfixed, as she twisted and rotated her hands around the well, conjuring up a massive quantity of water that rose up as though it were being supported by an unseen force.
As Fiona gestured towards our claypots, the water flowed towards them with remarkable precision, filling them up to the brim without spilling a single drop. It was a sight to behold as she effortlessly repeated the same gesture, filling the second claypot to the brim with the same level of precision and accuracy.
"Is that all?" Fiona's gaze trailed over my figure and paused briefly on the bulging tent in my pants before quickly flickering past it and focusing on my mother.
"Yes, that's all," my mother responded with a nod before turning to me and saying, "Come on, Orion, let me help you and put the pot on your head."
