my whole life is mine, but whoever says so will deprive me,
for it is infinite.
Raising an eyebrow at Wessex, Amun scuffed at the ground. He used that to cover the small hole he'd made in the earth. "Nature Frey? Really? I know we're trying to show that we're willing to worship and work with all the gods, and I agree that's important, but I seriously doubt they'll deal with us. Why not just ask the Voice if she could...I don't know, give us super fertilizer or something." He shrugged, staying quiet on the subject of the previous queens.
"More like court jester," he quipped. The Wraith evaded his shackles. However, she made no move to attack. He found anxiety roiling in his gut at her lack of reaction. Breathing heavily (and unnecessarily), he retracted his metal. It formed into spiked bracers on his arms, which he brought up in a defensive pose as he stumbled back with a cry.
"More like court jester," he quipped. The Wraith evaded his shackles. However, she made no move to attack. He found anxiety roiling in his gut at her lack of reaction. Breathing heavily (and unnecessarily), he retracted his metal. It formed into spiked bracers on his arms, which he brought up in a defensive pose as he stumbled back with a cry.
by being moved I exert my empire,
making the dreams of night real
AMUN
