my love affair with water runs deep into my soul,
the serenity as intense as the tides ebb and flow
Lily was an excellent dance partner, and Amun found himself grinning as she responded easily and quickly to his lead. Pulling her up from the dip, he pressed his body against his (or tried), leaning forward to whisper wickedly in her ear. "It's a dance for lovers, hot stuff." Then he started up the dance again with a chuckle, the sound dark and low. "Or friends that are just hoping to have a little fun."
Altering their course so they were dancing straight towards the hanging portrait, the potter was quiet as he considered the redhead's description and the painting both. "Like a mother, yes. And while Bastien's work is a wonderfully accurate portrayal of her, even he can't quite capture her aura of power and benevolence." The awe in Amun's voice surprised even him.
Altering their course so they were dancing straight towards the hanging portrait, the potter was quiet as he considered the redhead's description and the painting both. "Like a mother, yes. And while Bastien's work is a wonderfully accurate portrayal of her, even he can't quite capture her aura of power and benevolence." The awe in Amun's voice surprised even him.
nothing is softer or more flexible than water,
yet nothing can resist it
AMUN
