my whole life is mine, but whoever says so will deprive me,
for it is infinite.
When Amalia called and reached out for Deimos, Amun finally shifted out of the way, giving the baker space, though her staff remained on her skin. However, when she revealed the full extent of her injuries, the potter winced. ”It’s okay. It’s going to be okay, kitty.” His voice was as comforting as he knew how.
Thankfully, there was a convenient target for the dark swirl of emotions within him in the form of the frantic Jigano. ”You’re the Sage. You tell me peppercorn. But do it quietly, please.” Amun made sure to pitch his voice just loud enough for the bard to hear. It came out in a hissed whisper.
Taking care not to show that the staff wasn’t healing his hand or his hip, he finally lifted it off Amalia. Instead, he shifted to heal Wessex, who’d sustained her own fair share of injuries. He did his best to soothe Jyoti, though it was hard with his mangled hand, so he shifted the staff into the crook of his elbow.
Then he pet the starwhale with his healthy hand. ”Shh. She’s safe.” Again, his voice was barely above a whisper.
Thankfully, there was a convenient target for the dark swirl of emotions within him in the form of the frantic Jigano. ”You’re the Sage. You tell me peppercorn. But do it quietly, please.” Amun made sure to pitch his voice just loud enough for the bard to hear. It came out in a hissed whisper.
Taking care not to show that the staff wasn’t healing his hand or his hip, he finally lifted it off Amalia. Instead, he shifted to heal Wessex, who’d sustained her own fair share of injuries. He did his best to soothe Jyoti, though it was hard with his mangled hand, so he shifted the staff into the crook of his elbow.
Then he pet the starwhale with his healthy hand. ”Shh. She’s safe.” Again, his voice was barely above a whisper.
by being moved I exert my empire,
making the dreams of night real
AMUN
