The past few days she had been so busy with the planning of various aspects of her territory—and the unfortunate mandatory training—that she had neglected her favourite task: Plants.
The pottery making alone took a few days. First, they had to make the temporary kiln (located in a shed in their backyard), then they had to do some designs. Similarly, they also had to plan for the 'big kiln' ongoing in the industrial area.
It was fortunate there was someone who knew how to do earthenware, a family practice that would've ended with him, a childless man, should he have perished in the many disasters that he went through.
It was just that he didn't really enter that field and was an office worker when the end happened. He had to do some practice before he could recall the techniques he used.
Hey, if there wasn't some information downloaded on her tablet, it was estimated he'd have taken months of trial and error first before creating something decent.
