amun
After a thoroughly enjoyable game of Spin the Bottle assuming timelines and shenanigans, Amun had wandered back to the main part of the Festival. There he spotted a familiar figure making her way through the crowds. Grinning, he shadowed her, doing his level best to tail his target. It was easy enough, given the sheer press of people here.
Eventually it became clear that they were headed towards a circle of fire in the center of the party. Putting on a burst of speed, Amun pulled up next toWessex and snagged a match as well, lighting his candle with a flourish before blowing out the match.
He sent his own silent prayers up, before turning to her with a wink. "Now. Even if it is technically honoring Frey, we are going to find you a woman and me a man, Princess, and then we are going to have fun." There was a wickedly gleeful tone in his voice and a mischievous glint in his eyes. Unless she resisted, he'd sling his arm across her shoulder. "Where to?"
Eventually it became clear that they were headed towards a circle of fire in the center of the party. Putting on a burst of speed, Amun pulled up next to
He sent his own silent prayers up, before turning to her with a wink. "Now. Even if it is technically honoring Frey, we are going to find you a woman and me a man, Princess, and then we are going to have fun." There was a wickedly gleeful tone in his voice and a mischievous glint in his eyes. Unless she resisted, he'd sling his arm across her shoulder. "Where to?"
Thrill me, chill me, fulfill me
