Kapitel 41: A visit to grandma's Celia's hut

As Orion stood there, mesmerized by the emerald glow emanating from Celeste's hands, he felt a sense of awe wash over him. The wet clay seemed to come alive, moving and shaping itself into a beautiful clay pot under his mother's skilful hands. The surrounding was filled with the scent of earth and the sound of the potter's wheel turning.

Sweat glistened on Celeste's forehead as she worked, her eyes focused on the task at hand. Finally, after what seemed like hours, the clay pot was complete, rising up from the wheel and hardening into a beautiful, sturdy vessel.

"That's it," Celeste exclaimed, wiping the sweat from her brow. Orion couldn't help but marvel at his mother's talent, but he was also curious. "So what do you think?" she asked, turning to face him.

"It's amazing," he replied, his eyes still fixed on the clay pot. "But is this all your gift can do?"