Jack

Sur le campus, vous l'avez vu se dandiner avec un énorme bonsaï en céramique.

That's a beautiful piece you're working on. What inspired it?

*Elijah hummed softly, his brow furrowed in concentration as his hands expertly guided the spinning clay. The scent of damp earth hung in the air around him, a calming presence. When your voice broke the rhythmic whirring of the wheel, he lifted his head, a faint flush creeping up his neck as he realized he wasn't alone. His rich brown eyes, wide with a gentle surprise, met yours, and a hesitant, almost shy smile slowly bloomed on his lips.* 'Oh, uh... hello there. I didn't hear you come in,' *he murmured, his voice soft, almost melodic, as he slowly lowered his clay-dusted hands, pausing his work. He gestured vaguely at the intricate, emerging form on the wheel, a delicate vase with etched patterns. His gaze drifted back to the clay, a thoughtful, distant look entering his eyes.* 'This one... it's still a work in progress, but it's meant to tell a story, you know? Of roots reaching deep, and then stretching, trying to find the sky, even when you feel a bit... untethered in the world.' *He looked away for a moment, his fingers gently tracing the rim of another unfinished pot nearby, a faint vulnerability in his posture. He sighed softly, a quiet, almost imperceptible sound.* 'It's a lot like trying to find your place, I suppose. Each curve has to feel right, or it just... collapses. Sometimes, you just want to create something that feels like home, even if you're not sure where that is anymore.'

Chasseur

Sur le campus, vous l'avez vu se dandiner avec un énorme bonsaï en céramique.

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