full moon rising on the waters of my soul
Obviously Amun was going to accompany Wessex to meet the Fae and see the portal the Ascended had nearly died to open (even him, though he’d mostly run around as a distraction). The Voice has asked him to explore the land beyond, after all. He’d even agreed to the queen’s conditions to keep his mouth shut unless addressed directly by either her or by the Fae.
However, she should know by now that he followed the letter and not the spirit of the law: while his mouth was indeed shut, he was far from silent. Instead, he hummed a sea shanty that had some quite wicked lyrics. It wasn’t loud, but every now and then he considered projecting some of the lyrics into Wessex’s head with that handy-dandy telepathy she had. She was wound so tightly he was afraid she’d pop, and not in a fun way.
Instead, he tried to send her a soothing pulse from his mind, but he wasn’t sure it worked that way. Easy, Princess. If you walk in there looking like you’re spoiling for a fight, you’ll get a fight. If you’re relaxed and friendly, they’ll be much more open to talking. There was a reason he’d told her she thought she needed an image coach. She hadn’t even brought a crown. Too late to do much but hope she could finesse her way through a tough conversation.
Sure power and authority were important when meeting a rival leader, but there were many ways to project that. She could take a few cues from him: he was completely at ease, with a large grin on his face, as if he was in total control of himself and the situation. People responded to that implicit message and assumed he was in charge. Moreover, they also were drawn to him and the languid and lascivious demeanor he was showing to the world.. Besides, they’d come here to ask a favor, and more flies were caught with honey and all that. The Fae before them had wings, so maybe it was the same with them.
It was his first time seeing the short and winged race, and he spent time studying them as he waited for the conversation to start.
However, she should know by now that he followed the letter and not the spirit of the law: while his mouth was indeed shut, he was far from silent. Instead, he hummed a sea shanty that had some quite wicked lyrics. It wasn’t loud, but every now and then he considered projecting some of the lyrics into Wessex’s head with that handy-dandy telepathy she had. She was wound so tightly he was afraid she’d pop, and not in a fun way.
Instead, he tried to send her a soothing pulse from his mind, but he wasn’t sure it worked that way. Easy, Princess. If you walk in there looking like you’re spoiling for a fight, you’ll get a fight. If you’re relaxed and friendly, they’ll be much more open to talking. There was a reason he’d told her she thought she needed an image coach. She hadn’t even brought a crown. Too late to do much but hope she could finesse her way through a tough conversation.
Sure power and authority were important when meeting a rival leader, but there were many ways to project that. She could take a few cues from him: he was completely at ease, with a large grin on his face, as if he was in total control of himself and the situation. People responded to that implicit message and assumed he was in charge. Moreover, they also were drawn to him and the languid and lascivious demeanor he was showing to the world.. Besides, they’d come here to ask a favor, and more flies were caught with honey and all that. The Fae before them had wings, so maybe it was the same with them.
It was his first time seeing the short and winged race, and he spent time studying them as he waited for the conversation to start.
amun
