full moon rising on the waters of my soul
Rather than being bothered by Maea's comment, Amun chuckled almost delightedly. "Oh, so there will be a next time, then?" He waggled his eyebrows suggestively, of course, but his eyes were amused rather than sensual.
However, it faded as she explained what, exactly, was wrong. The potter glanced out at the horizon. 'I'm pretty sure I already know your answer, but I have to ask." The words came easily enough, though he couldn't bring himself to look at her. "But that's not all you can hope for." Taking a deep breath, even though he didn't need to, he kicked his feet idly in the space below.
"The Voice knows a lot about bodies. It's possible she might know of a cure for what ails you." The words came out more softly than anything he'd ever said to her.
However, it faded as she explained what, exactly, was wrong. The potter glanced out at the horizon. 'I'm pretty sure I already know your answer, but I have to ask." The words came easily enough, though he couldn't bring himself to look at her. "But that's not all you can hope for." Taking a deep breath, even though he didn't need to, he kicked his feet idly in the space below.
"The Voice knows a lot about bodies. It's possible she might know of a cure for what ails you." The words came out more softly than anything he'd ever said to her.
amun
