if I ever start to think straight
Arching an eyebrow, Amun pressed his lips together. Shaking his head at Maea, he pinched the bridge of his nose. "Resolved how? The hurt feelings on both sides went away? The followers of the old gods aren't going to find some way to retaliate against us?" Sighing, he frowned. "All I heard was that open hostilities in the Hollowed Ground and Stormbreak aren't going to break out."
Pulling his leg out of a particularly deep puddle, he wiggled his toes in his boots as they filled up with muck. It wasn't unpleasant, but he still grimaced. "I know. Never mind that the old gods and their followers have done far worse than us over the years, if we're anything less than perfect they will hang us with the rope we supposedly gave them." He let out a laugh that had no trace of humor in it.
Shrugging, he hopped over the pool. "Isn't that enough?" Poking the ground beyond, he scratched his chin. "Probably just the chance to continue her experiments."
Pulling his leg out of a particularly deep puddle, he wiggled his toes in his boots as they filled up with muck. It wasn't unpleasant, but he still grimaced. "I know. Never mind that the old gods and their followers have done far worse than us over the years, if we're anything less than perfect they will hang us with the rope we supposedly gave them." He let out a laugh that had no trace of humor in it.
Shrugging, he hopped over the pool. "Isn't that enough?" Poking the ground beyond, he scratched his chin. "Probably just the chance to continue her experiments."
this heart will start a riot in me
Amun
