Luna took the earth, kneaded it, and sure enough, it was fine, soft, and very sticky—absolutely perfect for pottery making.
She cheerfully patted the little beastling's cheek. "What's your name?"
The little beastling grinned wide. "Sister Luna, I'm Rocco."
She gave a faint smile. "Rocco, you did great."
She turned to Rhys Blackwood. "Go get a piece of beast meat and reward him."
Rhys glanced at her indifferently, didn't say a word, just turned to the cave.
When he emerged, there was a chunk of beast meat in his hand—he tossed it straight to Rocco.
Rocco grinned so wide his teeth nearly vanished, hurrying to catch it.
"Thank you, Sister Luna! Thank you, Brother Rhys!"
Corbin Crowley shot a frosty glare at Rocco.
Rocco, though young, was sharp enough to read the room. He quickly added, "Thank you, Brother Corbin!"
With that, he hugged the beast meat and was ready to slip away.
The next second, Luna grabbed him by the scruff. "Where are you running? Take me to dig clay."
