"Only inasmuch as anything destroyed in training a skill is wasted," Nari chirps good-naturedly from where she is securing the other end of the beam, "I'm sure the potter that threw them lost a few cups in the process."

That and she'd gone through the trash heaps for most of these in the first place when Cade had told her what he was planning, and she has a net set up to catch anything that gets missed in the air so it can be flung up again, and she has an artist friend in the markets who expressed interest in having the pieces left over after exercises for his mosaics, but that kind of litany is hardly necessary.