full moon rising on the waters of my soul
Amun grinned at Jiao after her finger bounced off his chest. "Hard to be a lover when the world around you is at war, lovely." Winking at her, he felt he grin gain a wicked edge. "All sorts of things. Gods and monsters and mages, the iciest mountain ranges, far colder than here, to the most blistering of deserts. Creatures and treasures you could only dream about." He'd settled into the cadence of a practiced spinner or tales.
Chuckling at her comment, he nudged her with a hip. "Not with that attitude!" He raised his eyebrows, the expression challenging. "So what have you seen? Or what would you like to see?" Tone enthusiastic, his eyes glittered with interest.
At the Fae's own challenge about the Mathair, he released her arm and turned to face her, his own expression inscrutable. "I heard that too. Again, I wasn't there when the portal opened." He cocked his head to one side as he stared at her.
Chuckling at her comment, he nudged her with a hip. "Not with that attitude!" He raised his eyebrows, the expression challenging. "So what have you seen? Or what would you like to see?" Tone enthusiastic, his eyes glittered with interest.
At the Fae's own challenge about the Mathair, he released her arm and turned to face her, his own expression inscrutable. "I heard that too. Again, I wasn't there when the portal opened." He cocked his head to one side as he stared at her.
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