full moon rising on the waters of my soul
Now that there wasn’t snow everywhere, Amun had decided it was past time he set up his pottery studio. Granted, now there was mud everywhere, but at least that would be easier for the non-Ascended to cope with. He finally decided that it would be best if the studio could double as his home; that would reduce the amount of work he would have to do and get him out of Wessex’s house. She was nice and all, but he figured it would be best to stand on his own two feet.
So he’d first dragged all the construction supplies over from the Temple that they’d used to fortify the place for LongnNight, since hey, he figured no one else was using them at the moment. Then he’d posted a notice for people to meet him after sundown at a building near the Artist’s Sanctuary. It had outlined that he was hoping to build his pottery studio, and that he’d be happy to discuss commissions or other offers in exchange for the assistance.
Now he was just waiting, leaning against the doorway, an easy grin on his face. Hopefully people would show up before too long. In the meantime, he whistled a sea shanty and watched the moon and the stars above.
PQ for setting up Amun's pottery studio. No limit on participants.
So he’d first dragged all the construction supplies over from the Temple that they’d used to fortify the place for LongnNight, since hey, he figured no one else was using them at the moment. Then he’d posted a notice for people to meet him after sundown at a building near the Artist’s Sanctuary. It had outlined that he was hoping to build his pottery studio, and that he’d be happy to discuss commissions or other offers in exchange for the assistance.
Now he was just waiting, leaning against the doorway, an easy grin on his face. Hopefully people would show up before too long. In the meantime, he whistled a sea shanty and watched the moon and the stars above.
PQ for setting up Amun's pottery studio. No limit on participants.
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