Lavayla nodded as she weighed the pot and spoon in her hands, gently turning them over. Mirek was right. They were far easier to carry than she had expected, light enough that her arms did not feel strained at all. Though still heavier than ceramic from her old world, and considering that this was only a small pot, it added to the reason for its light weight.
They're really light. Much lighter than I imagined.
As the thought settled, something else he had said surfaced in her mind.
Soft-Core stone.
Places where liquid fire erupts.
Her brows drew together slightly.
Liquid fire sounded a lot like lava. Volcanic regions. But if Soft-Core stone was found in places like that, then it could not simply be hardened lava. Maybe in this world, stones formed in extreme environments sometimes developed properties that opposed their surroundings instead of mirroring them.
