full moon rising on the waters of my soul
Well, that was a pretty speech, and these were pretty visions. Amun would be the first to admit that. And he’d be the first to admit that he was feeling invigorated after drinking from The Voice, stronger than he had in quite a while. However, he wasn’t so blinded by the goddess’ brilliance that he didn’t notice that one, she didn’t actually answer his question and two, her plans were a bit scant on the details. The potter had been a trader as well as a privateer once upon a time, and he knew when someone was trying to pull the wool over his eyes and when they were being dishonest about a deal. Maternal tone or not, he needed to be able to trust her. ”How?” He repeated his question, because he knew that he might actually get a satisfying response the second time around.
However, he couldn’t help but add a few more. ”What do you need from me?" Because he'd be told, without a shadow of a doubt, that he'd been brought here for a reason. And it better be a damn good one. "And if I pray here again, will you answer?” It seemed a bit exposed, not that he minded a bit of exposure. Still, she was a goddess, and probably had better things to do than answer the call of her ‘bright one.’
He still wasn’t sure how he felt about that.
However, he couldn’t help but add a few more. ”What do you need from me?" Because he'd be told, without a shadow of a doubt, that he'd been brought here for a reason. And it better be a damn good one. "And if I pray here again, will you answer?” It seemed a bit exposed, not that he minded a bit of exposure. Still, she was a goddess, and probably had better things to do than answer the call of her ‘bright one.’
He still wasn’t sure how he felt about that.
amun
