They’ve always belonged together. Five vessels born from the same fire, their tones warmed by taupe and rose — the color of calm conversation. The tall carry a steady strength, the quiet center... groups. Beside him/her softer curves gather the light, reflecting everything he/she steadies.
Between them stand smaller voices — bright, imperfect, curious — each with a different tilt of the lip, a different pattern of crystals catching the glaze. They lean toward one another in the kiln, as if whispering through the heat, and came out inseparable
