full moon rising on the waters of my soul
Maea’s questions weren’t that surprising, but Amun still didn’t answer them right away. ”No family, though I suppose I was adopted in a way in both my last world and in Caido.” Still gently urging her forward, he grinned. ”I guess you now too.” The words were a little cheeky.
”As for friends, I’ve got a few here. And yes, I’m in the Artisan’s Guild in addition to the Artist’s Sanctuary.” He smirked a little. ”Apparently pottery is both art and utility all wrapped up in one." There was an unsurprising amount of pride in that particular statement.
When she asked where he'd come from, however, his easy manner slipped away and the twinkle in his eyes dimmed. "My world didn't have a name. But it was large, and I sailed its many oceans for many years before I finally had to settle down." Despite his best efforts, there was a great deal of longing in his voice.
”As for friends, I’ve got a few here. And yes, I’m in the Artisan’s Guild in addition to the Artist’s Sanctuary.” He smirked a little. ”Apparently pottery is both art and utility all wrapped up in one." There was an unsurprising amount of pride in that particular statement.
When she asked where he'd come from, however, his easy manner slipped away and the twinkle in his eyes dimmed. "My world didn't have a name. But it was large, and I sailed its many oceans for many years before I finally had to settle down." Despite his best efforts, there was a great deal of longing in his voice.
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