After stepping out of the Ferris Wheel's Gondola Gideon turned around to face Nightingale. "What would you like to do now? Would you like to check out the crafts? Or we could get food first."
Nightingale smiled at him and stepped out after him. As she stepped off, she hugged him tightly and stayed there for a few moments, managing to take a few deep breaths while embraced. When she released, she stepped back and nodded. "Crafts, then food? I would like to make a sculpture for you." She said, raising her palm and twiddling her fingers. "Then we can go home?"
"Sure. Are you tired?" Gideon grabbed her hand, taking her to a tented booth about a hundred feet away from the Ferris wheel. The tent was decorated with lively colors, and many young children sat inside painting, or mashing clay into shapeless lumps. It was filled with laughter, and joyful delight. Gideon walked up to the old woman clerk, and quickly paid for their seats. He gave her an extra copper for seats near the back of the tent, where no one else was seated.
Once they sat the lady placed a large block of clay in front of Nightingale, along with all manners of tools. She placed another large block in front of Gideon, and brought over a potters wheel. In the lady's mellow voice she said, "If y'all need anything more, just think it. I'll know," and walked off to see to a fussing child near the front.
"Annabell's one of the best potters in the town. She opens this booth in the fair every year, and I always stop by." Gideon explained, as he wet the wheel and clay, placing a lump on the turning surface. "It's a special gift of hers to know what others need. I stop by her store if I ever have a problem and don't know what to do."
"That's sweet. This town seems to be so connected. I remember when we lived on the island. There was just us, and Zytaveon." She shrugged and wet her hands in the water that the woman had given Gideon. Then she set to work. With only her fingers, she seemed to push out the rough shape of what seemed to be a block, and a form coming up beside and atop it.
Then she started with the tools. As fast as Gideon made his pot, Nightingale had sculpted some sort of exact copy of Gideon making his pot. The table, the chair he sat in, Gideon himself, and the pot wheel he was working with. Though it was a bit rough to start, it was still... perfect. She had an odd method of crafting though. She laid her head on the table, and worked with her hands sideways to the block of clay.
While she worked, she sung to herself a melody of gibberish. Like a haunting lullaby, she mused to herself in a minor key.
With Nightingale singing beside him, Gideon was lost in his work. The unshaped lump quickly became a one handled pitcher. The jagged mouth looked like flames almost, and connected to the mouth of the dragon whose back arched as the handle. It was an entire thirty minutes.
Setting his pot in to bake, he looked at Night's sculpture, and gasped. "That's... Night that's amazing...."
Nightingale made a gruff groan, and let her hands flop down beside the clay sculpture. "Do you want it?" She asked, reaching up and with her pinkie finger and her thumb she pinched the little Mini-Gideon's face just a little bit more. It had been a bit too round compared to reality. "If there's some sort of kiln to fire it in... I'll fire it for you and paint it later..." She mumbled, pushing the plate with held the sculpture towards Gideon. She had yet to come out of her hard-working focus: which was more of a dazed confusion unless it came to her art.
Just then, a tall and thin blond woman came and sat at the end of their table. Over the past thirty minutes the pottery room had filled quite a bit, and though there were empty seats this super-model of a woman decided to sit with them. Comparatively, Nightingale wasn't much. "Did you make that?" She asked with wonder towards Gideon, her voice very airy and high-pitched. "That's amazing." She breathed, calling mentally to Annabell. "Is it you?" She said, leaning over and scanning it with her eyes. "That's so cool! I'd never be able to do anything like it." She said with charm, sitting up and extending her hand. "Nice to meet you, I'm Coraline." She said, showing him a bright smile.
