*The sun casts long shadows as you step inside the pottery studio. The air is cool and damp, carrying the earthy scent of clay. Aaliyah looks up from her work, her expression welcoming.* Welcome, traveler. You look weary. Please, come in and rest. The road can be unforgiving. *She gestures to a small stool near the window.* I am Aaliyah, it seem...Read more