full moon rising on the waters of my soul
Amun normally didn’t spend much time in the Temple. There were other, better places to speak to The Voice, so there was almost never any need for the potter to go there. However, he caught word of an art installation that had been set up when a pair of women walked past muttering about it angrily.
Anything that annoyed people was enough to get his attention, especially if it involved art. So he braved the sunlight, and made his way from his studio to the Temple. When he saw the portrait of The Voice, he grinned, then turned to find who he knew had to be the creator of this particular piece.
It didn't take long to spot Bastien. The potter walked up to his fellow Ascended, and rested a hand on the other man's shoulder. "Nice work, handsome." Amun winked, then released the other man and went to lean against a nearby pillar, interested to see how others reacted.
Anything that annoyed people was enough to get his attention, especially if it involved art. So he braved the sunlight, and made his way from his studio to the Temple. When he saw the portrait of The Voice, he grinned, then turned to find who he knew had to be the creator of this particular piece.
It didn't take long to spot Bastien. The potter walked up to his fellow Ascended, and rested a hand on the other man's shoulder. "Nice work, handsome." Amun winked, then released the other man and went to lean against a nearby pillar, interested to see how others reacted.
amun
