full moon rising on the waters of my soul
At the reverence in Amalia’s voice, Amun gave her a wistful smile. ”It was.” Was, because he’d lost that when he came to this land, and had no idea how to reclaim it. Thankfully, Jyoti sent out a burst of light in what the Ascended had to assume was appreciation, and the potter reached out to give the starwhale a grateful rub. At the mention of a jealous person, Amun flashed the baker a smile, all traces of sadness gone from him. ”So you think I’m beautiful, kitty? Thanks. Though I have to ask, who is this Safrin?” Anyone who’d appreciate his beauty was a good person in his book.
It seemed there were lots of shrines scattered around. The potter noted down the names of the locations, though obviously none of them were familiar to him. As Amalia finally revealed what had been bothering her this whole time, the Ascended gave her a curious look. ”Blood? So what, I lick your wounds or something?” That didn’t seem to warrant such a concerning response from Amalia.
It seemed there were lots of shrines scattered around. The potter noted down the names of the locations, though obviously none of them were familiar to him. As Amalia finally revealed what had been bothering her this whole time, the Ascended gave her a curious look. ”Blood? So what, I lick your wounds or something?” That didn’t seem to warrant such a concerning response from Amalia.
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