Stone's Throw
A pond at dusk, caught mid-plink: deep midnight blue, glossy as still water, with rings rippling out from the centre as though a pebble landed the moment the kiln closed. Every ripple is a true lap of the wheel. Flip it over and the secret shows — bare, sun-warm clay with blue swept around the edge like the splash that never quite settled.
- Frozen At
- The precise moment of impact
- Holds
- Keys, or one exceptional biscuit
- Fears
- Somebody actually throwing a stone
- Water Type
- Still, and intending to stay that way
- Star Sign
- Scorpio
