[Poggio]

It was different working on actual terracotta and not artificial soil or shallow ground. He had dug into some interesting red dirt that clumped together. It was also interesting how much his body perspired under the sun. Though he was a lot farther away from the sun, it seemed hotter. The professor disrobed of his shirt that continued to stick to his back and made another plot when he heard the door shut to the house. Looking up he found a disheveled Zosa. "Whats wrong Zosa? Do the parts not work?"