full moon rising on the waters of my soul
Amun just smirked and shifted the patch to make his skin look normal again. Try as Maea might, she wouldn’t be able to peel it off of him, nor would she be able to see it. Indeed, everything would seem almost normal, except the patch would feel rubbery where she poked it.
"How do you know it's not magic?" Lifting his hand up and away from her, he chuckled. "Tell you what. I will tell you all about it." Then he grinned. "If and when you come visit me at my studio." The challenge was laid out (teasingly of course).
Pointing at the rapidly approaching Citadel, he nodded decisively. "But that will have to wait until after you rest." And no matter how many questions she asked, no matter what she might say, he wouldn't answer anything about the patch as he ushered her through the gates.
"How do you know it's not magic?" Lifting his hand up and away from her, he chuckled. "Tell you what. I will tell you all about it." Then he grinned. "If and when you come visit me at my studio." The challenge was laid out (teasingly of course).
Pointing at the rapidly approaching Citadel, he nodded decisively. "But that will have to wait until after you rest." And no matter how many questions she asked, no matter what she might say, he wouldn't answer anything about the patch as he ushered her through the gates.
amun
