my love affair with water runs deep into my soul,
the serenity as intense as the tides ebb and flow
Amun had limped away from the festival grounds, left hip leaking fluid and right hand mangled, perhaps beyond repair. He had one thought in his mind: get to a shrine and beg The Voice for healing, as the regular healers couldn't or maybe even wouldn't help his kind.
So imagine his surprise when he saw a glowing figure assaulting the Temple, and Samuel and Amalia standing in its way, and Wessex standing to one side. Gritting his teeth, he forced himself to approach Wessex. Although he'd never seen the glowing man before, there was only one person it could be: Ronin Taliesin, the very far fallen star. The potter stood behind the redhead, and Amun's words were whispered only loud enough for her to hear. "We'll call The Voice." For Wessex, he used their telepathic link. Let's try this like Whitebrim.
Then the potter called out to the Ronin, still half-hidden behind Samuel. "Hey buddy. We don't want to fight you. Come on, let's talk about this." Amun's voice was as reasonable as he could make it, under the circumstances.
So imagine his surprise when he saw a glowing figure assaulting the Temple, and Samuel and Amalia standing in its way, and Wessex standing to one side. Gritting his teeth, he forced himself to approach Wessex. Although he'd never seen the glowing man before, there was only one person it could be: Ronin Taliesin, the very far fallen star. The potter stood behind the redhead, and Amun's words were whispered only loud enough for her to hear. "We'll call The Voice." For Wessex, he used their telepathic link. Let's try this like Whitebrim.
Then the potter called out to the Ronin, still half-hidden behind Samuel. "Hey buddy. We don't want to fight you. Come on, let's talk about this." Amun's voice was as reasonable as he could make it, under the circumstances.
nothing is softer or more flexible than water,
yet nothing can resist it
AMUN
