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[zu-sein.livejournal.com]

Someone walking into the Sensoriums today will find themselves in an old-style pottery workshop, likely set somewhere in Japan judging by the shōji-style doorways.

There they'll also find Kazuki, deep in concentration as he works at the potter's wheel, working at a lump of clay to try to make it into something interesting.

Even though he still has trouble seeing, just the sounds, the smells, and the general feeling he gets from this place back home--even if it is only an imitation--puts him more at ease.

He continues to work at the clay with his hands, but, obviously not pleased with his work so far (his lack of experience contributing just as much as his lack of sight to this problem), frowns and mashes the clay back into a solid lump, starting over from the beginning.

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[worm-dancer.livejournal.com]

"Sheeana." She puts warmth in her voice and observes his work. "Good. Slight pressure with the palm here." She places her palm over his and presses down very slightly to emphasize her point. The energy of creation in this one was pleasingly raw. She waited until he felt satisfied with it.

[zu-sein.livejournal.com]

Kazuki isn't used to having people this close, so he's a bit uncomfortable, but he tries not to show it. After all, Sheeana was nice enough to offer to help.

He slowly lets the wheel come to a stop as he finishes. It's still a little rough, but markedly better.

"Better," he says, "but not quite as good as my mom or dad."

And that's saying something, considering his dad never really got the hang of it.