Gemotions

The artisan's hands trembled slightly as he examined the other potter's work. The same intricate glaze, the same precise symmetry... It was as if someone had looked into his very soul and replicated his design. His breath hitched in his throat. A thrilling sort of recognition washed over him.

He reached out a hand, his fingers itching to touch the piece, to confirm the shared vision. He said, his voice husky, "You, too, understand the secrets of the Sang de Boeuf glaze?" The other potter nodded. A slow smile spread across the artisan's face, a smile of immense gratification. It felt so good.