if I ever start to think straight
As Bastien elbowed Amun out of the way, he whined. "I just wanted fire," he called after the departing artist. The potter pouted, and rubbed at the spot the other man had hit.
Following the flight of the dragonling, Amun's eyes widened as he heard the words fall from Wessex's mouth. Stumbling towards her, he pointed towards Oliver. "Oliver has metal. Lots of metal! At the forge. I made it all gooey. And fire there too, but I killed it." The potter reached out for the Wraith and the blacksmith and tried to tug them closer to one another, but unfortunately they were both out of reach.
He frowned as his hands closed on nothing but open air. "Why didn't that work?" Moaning a bit, he rocked back and forth where he stood.
Following the flight of the dragonling, Amun's eyes widened as he heard the words fall from Wessex's mouth. Stumbling towards her, he pointed towards Oliver. "Oliver has metal. Lots of metal! At the forge. I made it all gooey. And fire there too, but I killed it." The potter reached out for the Wraith and the blacksmith and tried to tug them closer to one another, but unfortunately they were both out of reach.
He frowned as his hands closed on nothing but open air. "Why didn't that work?" Moaning a bit, he rocked back and forth where he stood.
this heart will start a riot in me
Amun
