full moon rising on the waters of my soul
Amun gave Adam an unimpressed and disbelieving once over. ”Uh huh. Because you’re going to succeed where Amalia, Jigano, Wessex, Samuel, and I all failed.” Unsurprisingly, the potter’s doubt and sarcasm were on full display. ”Best of luck with that.”
Falling silent as the Attuned work the brooch into a silly shape, the Ascended continued to gather the paints, glazes, and brushes. When the other man took the wire, Amun stepped back, then turned, heading towards the kiln. "Once you finish painting it, we'll fire it."
However, the question caused him to pause with his back still to Adam. "Ever? Yes, I've had a student. As a potter? No." With that, the potter walked forward again. Opening the grate at the bottom, he poked the ashes with the poker, revealing some still smoldering embers. Slowly, he built the fire up once more until it was blazing merrily.
Falling silent as the Attuned work the brooch into a silly shape, the Ascended continued to gather the paints, glazes, and brushes. When the other man took the wire, Amun stepped back, then turned, heading towards the kiln. "Once you finish painting it, we'll fire it."
However, the question caused him to pause with his back still to Adam. "Ever? Yes, I've had a student. As a potter? No." With that, the potter walked forward again. Opening the grate at the bottom, he poked the ashes with the poker, revealing some still smoldering embers. Slowly, he built the fire up once more until it was blazing merrily.
amun
