my whole life is mine, but whoever says so will deprive me,
for it is infinite.
At Remi’s enthusiastic response, Amun grinned, this time without a trace of wickedness. ”They do have a name, and I sort of know how they work. Let me just finish up with these, and I’ll tell you what I know about them.” That said, he finished the latest pot, and swapped it out to trim the last one. Once that was done, he attached the handles, smoothing them out with a brush. On one of them, he painted a blue wave pattern on the best one, then fired up the kiln and threw them all in.
Dipping his hand in a clean bucket of water, he wiped them absentmindedly on his apron. That done, he walked over to where he kept a sheet of paper, though his eyes flicked to the ring that the other man prominently wore. When they flicked back up to Remi’s face, they were surprisingly sympathetic. ”Well. I’m sorry to hear that. But I know lots of good ways to cope, Curly.” Although there was a flirtatious edge, it was also weirdly kind. "I know this is kind of callous, after that, but any chance you could give me a map of what you know about the night sky?" There was an eager tone to the question.
Taking sheets of parchment, Amun began sketching what he remembered of astrolabes, sextants, and telescopes. However, he paused and gave the other man an apprasing look. ”Well, I’m not much of a fighter. But as I said, things do keep trying to kill me. So maybe a shield, or something that could keep me out of danger? Or get me out of it when I inevitably get into it?” With that, the potter went back to his careful drawings, labeling the diagrams he was putting together as best he could.
Dipping his hand in a clean bucket of water, he wiped them absentmindedly on his apron. That done, he walked over to where he kept a sheet of paper, though his eyes flicked to the ring that the other man prominently wore. When they flicked back up to Remi’s face, they were surprisingly sympathetic. ”Well. I’m sorry to hear that. But I know lots of good ways to cope, Curly.” Although there was a flirtatious edge, it was also weirdly kind. "I know this is kind of callous, after that, but any chance you could give me a map of what you know about the night sky?" There was an eager tone to the question.
Taking sheets of parchment, Amun began sketching what he remembered of astrolabes, sextants, and telescopes. However, he paused and gave the other man an apprasing look. ”Well, I’m not much of a fighter. But as I said, things do keep trying to kill me. So maybe a shield, or something that could keep me out of danger? Or get me out of it when I inevitably get into it?” With that, the potter went back to his careful drawings, labeling the diagrams he was putting together as best he could.
by being moved I exert my empire,
making the dreams of night real
AMUN
