full moon rising on the waters of my soul
Well, this wasn’t how Amun had been expecting this encounter to go at all. However, he tended not to worry too much if he could help it. The Voice wasn’t mad at him, so he’d just accept that and let the last little bits of tension go. Indeed, she seemed more curious than anything else, and so he decided just to be glad that she was still willing to accept him. ”I guess not.”
At the mention of success, however, he glanced up sharply; Wessex had obviously survived, but the two of them hadn’t really spoken. Rexanna obviously hadn’t said much to him either. Maybe The Voice would be more forthcoming. ”What did you need that night?” Fighters, apparently, but he didn’t know why, or for what purpose. And while he couldn't promise to be a fighter, because he wasn't, maybe he could serve her in some other way.
At the mention of success, however, he glanced up sharply; Wessex had obviously survived, but the two of them hadn’t really spoken. Rexanna obviously hadn’t said much to him either. Maybe The Voice would be more forthcoming. ”What did you need that night?” Fighters, apparently, but he didn’t know why, or for what purpose. And while he couldn't promise to be a fighter, because he wasn't, maybe he could serve her in some other way.
amun
