my whole life is mine, but whoever says so will deprive me,
for it is infinite.
At Remi’s comment about upgrades, Amun shrugged. ”Maybe. I’m not really the upgraded sort, Curly.” There wasn’t any particular inflection behind those words. At the other man's comment about only taking requests, the potter grinned. "I'm much the same. In that case, I'll take a shield." His tone was excited, and his eyes were eager as they waited to see what, if anything, the curious alchemist might make.
Smirking somewhat, the Ascended kept working on his next sketch. He only glanced up at the sparkle of magic. "Always happy to help a handsome man, Curly, married or not." With that, Amun slid over the next diagram, this one of the sextant, before turning his attention to the telescope. He realized that there were two, he needed to make, and snagged another sheet of paper.
Smirking somewhat, the Ascended kept working on his next sketch. He only glanced up at the sparkle of magic. "Always happy to help a handsome man, Curly, married or not." With that, Amun slid over the next diagram, this one of the sextant, before turning his attention to the telescope. He realized that there were two, he needed to make, and snagged another sheet of paper.
by being moved I exert my empire,
making the dreams of night real
AMUN
