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Carefully, Elara dera Dravok'al molded the clay as her fingers danced all over its smooth surface with the practiced ease of many years. The pottery wheel spinning rhythmically underneath her touch, the shapeless lump of clay being shaped into a creation of graceful curves and contours.

As she worked, Elara's mind drifted aimlessly in the solitude of her shop. Each piece she created held a piece of heart, a reflection of her passion and dedication to her craft. With every stroke of her hands, she brought life to the clay, making it into something unique and beautiful.

Outside her shop, the world was bustling with activity. In the sanctuary of her shop, things were different as time seemed to stand still. The only sound to be found was the soft hum of the pottery wheel with the gentle rustling of her tools as they were moved across the surface of the clay.

Her hours passed by in blissful peace and solitude, allowing Elara to loss herself in her work. When she at last stepped back to survey her work, she felt a quiet satisfaction come over her. Another piece of pottery was born, both a piece of art and practical as there was always someone in the village who would need to use it.

As she carefully cared the piece to the kiln to fire it up, Elara couldn't help but smile. This shop was where she belonged, surrounded by the scent of the clay, and the warmth of her creations. Here in the midst of the quiet beauty of her craft, she found a peaceful purpose — something she would always be grateful to Jelvok for.