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She’d expected the question the moment she’d began attempting to mold the clay into a vase-like shape but her fingers kept failing her, it couldn’t keep up with the speed of the wheel or the feel of the clay. It was all messy and all too clumsy, looked more like a try hard abstract piece rather than the vase it was supposed to be and after a while Riko had just decided to give up. Give up and stare at her failure in disappointment, and then the question came. A small laugh left her, it sounded amused and bitter at the same time, and she shook head just the slightest bit.