my whole life is mine, but whoever says so will deprive me,
for it is infinite.
Amun shrugged at Rexanna’s comment. ”Guess we’ll never know.” Continuing at his ineffectual efforts with the weaving, he shot her a quick glance. ”Don’t worry, I’m still going to be nice to newcomers. I'll only scare them a little.” There was a wry amusement in the potter's voice, which was at least an improvement over his previous monotone.
At her question, he shrugged again. "I have. I've seen quite a bit of it, actually. Even built that altar for The Voice up in the Fangs." There was no boasting or pride in the statement, just a matter of fact tone.
He fell silent, trying to will his struggling fingers to braid the strands of straw together without much success. "Have you been there yet? I know you were reluctant due to being Queen and all."
At her question, he shrugged again. "I have. I've seen quite a bit of it, actually. Even built that altar for The Voice up in the Fangs." There was no boasting or pride in the statement, just a matter of fact tone.
He fell silent, trying to will his struggling fingers to braid the strands of straw together without much success. "Have you been there yet? I know you were reluctant due to being Queen and all."
by being moved I exert my empire,
making the dreams of night real
AMUN
