my love affair with water runs deep into my soul,
the serenity as intense as the tides ebb and flow
Amun noted the soot, but he didn't feel the heat himself for obvious reasons. Still, he continued to give the fire quite a wide berth. As Maea demonstrated her mastery of water, however, the potter raised his eyebrows. "Carry on then." He slid his hands into his pockets as he watched her.
Nodding along to her explanation about the farm, he didn't move from his spot, just stared at the dancing flames. However, his gaze darted to her at her question about the sun. "Should you?" His focused on her pale eyes and hair and even paler skin for just a moment before he shrugged. "Sorry to hear about the farm. Find anything good while you were cleaning it out?"
Nodding along to her explanation about the farm, he didn't move from his spot, just stared at the dancing flames. However, his gaze darted to her at her question about the sun. "Should you?" His focused on her pale eyes and hair and even paler skin for just a moment before he shrugged. "Sorry to hear about the farm. Find anything good while you were cleaning it out?"
nothing is softer or more flexible than water,
yet nothing can resist it
AMUN
