full moon rising on the waters of my soul
Amun walked into the Temple, whistling cheerfully, hands in his pockets, a wicked grin on his lips. Looking like the very picture of carefree and relaxed, he strolled past Oliver, casting a glance at the younger man. ”Good to see you Blondie.” The potter kept moving, though, winking at Wessex up on her throne. That’s a good look for you, Princess. Still moving, Amun took up a position next to Clem.
The potter lowered his voice to the barest of whispers and his lips barely moved. "Ease up, swift. The more relaxed you are, the more in control you look, and the more likely you are to get your way." Then Amun raised his voice, calling out cheerfully to Rexanna. "How's it going, tough girl?"
Glancing at the other members of the small crowd, a small woman and a very tall man, the potter grinned. "I don't think we've had the pleasure of being introduced. Amun Arlun, at your service." He swept into an easy bow, before going to lean against the nearby wall, languidly, lazily, and lasciviously.
The potter lowered his voice to the barest of whispers and his lips barely moved. "Ease up, swift. The more relaxed you are, the more in control you look, and the more likely you are to get your way." Then Amun raised his voice, calling out cheerfully to Rexanna. "How's it going, tough girl?"
Glancing at the other members of the small crowd, a small woman and a very tall man, the potter grinned. "I don't think we've had the pleasure of being introduced. Amun Arlun, at your service." He swept into an easy bow, before going to lean against the nearby wall, languidly, lazily, and lasciviously.
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