full moon rising on the waters of my soul
The Ascended waved cheerfully at the daughter of Mort as she left. ”Thanks again, Smokey.” Then there were two. Grinning brilliantly at Oliver, Amun winked. ”Thanks for the offer, Blondie.” He turned to look at the shop. ”If you don’t mind, though, I think I’d rather do the rest on my own."
Glancing over at the other man, the potter smiled. "An artist has to get used to his tools, after all." There was a pretty wicked amount of heat in that statement and a mischievous glint in the Ascended's eyes. With that, he would gently, but firmly, try to usher Oliver out of the door. If he was successful in his efforts, he'd take stock of what else he needed, before going to find someone who could help him with his kiln problem.
Glancing over at the other man, the potter smiled. "An artist has to get used to his tools, after all." There was a pretty wicked amount of heat in that statement and a mischievous glint in the Ascended's eyes. With that, he would gently, but firmly, try to usher Oliver out of the door. If he was successful in his efforts, he'd take stock of what else he needed, before going to find someone who could help him with his kiln problem.
amun
