amun
As Melita spoke, Amun grinned easily at her. ”Well, we’ve got glades and monsters and mountains and gods here too now, spitfire.” He chuckled, the sound dark and low. ”Not quite the same, though. And no deserts. Or seas.” Winking at her, the Ascended found himself next turning to stare at the Spire in the distance. ”For now.” He stayed that way for a moment, before he smiled and returned his whole attention to the red-headed woman.
”Squasy it is!” The potter gave the gourd the Ascended’s most brilliant grin. He turned it on the woman. ”You’re welcome.” Winking at her, he let out another of his signature chuckles. ”I amuse myself mostly.” Then he smirked. ”Though I’m hoping to open a pottery studio.” Tilting his head, he gave her a curious look. ”How about you, spitfire?”
Glancing down at the pouch, he poured out its contents into his hand, then held it up to Melita. ”Just three.” Closing his hand, he dropped it to his side and stepped back, gesturing that she should proceed at her own pace.
”Squasy it is!” The potter gave the gourd the Ascended’s most brilliant grin. He turned it on the woman. ”You’re welcome.” Winking at her, he let out another of his signature chuckles. ”I amuse myself mostly.” Then he smirked. ”Though I’m hoping to open a pottery studio.” Tilting his head, he gave her a curious look. ”How about you, spitfire?”
Glancing down at the pouch, he poured out its contents into his hand, then held it up to Melita. ”Just three.” Closing his hand, he dropped it to his side and stepped back, gesturing that she should proceed at her own pace.
Thrill me, chill me, fulfill me
