full moon rising on the waters of my soul
Amun just stared at Adam after the other man’s question. Finally, the potter raised his prosthetic. ”Right.” The word was a little incredulous.
Shrugging, he crossed his arms. "You and I might feel that way, but I'm not sure the gods feel similarly." The Attuned's next question caused the Ascended to roll his eyes. Reach out, he tried to pick up some clay with the prosthetic, but was unsuccessful. He had to physically place it in there with his left hand and move the prosthetic for it to stay in place.
Crossing his arms again, he leaned against the wall. "Sure." Finally, he nodded. "Then just shape the clay into the size and shape you'd like it, making sure to leave room for the jewel."
Shrugging, he crossed his arms. "You and I might feel that way, but I'm not sure the gods feel similarly." The Attuned's next question caused the Ascended to roll his eyes. Reach out, he tried to pick up some clay with the prosthetic, but was unsuccessful. He had to physically place it in there with his left hand and move the prosthetic for it to stay in place.
Crossing his arms again, he leaned against the wall. "Sure." Finally, he nodded. "Then just shape the clay into the size and shape you'd like it, making sure to leave room for the jewel."
amun
