my love affair with water runs deep into my soul,
the serenity as intense as the tides ebb and flow
At Maea’s question, Amun looked back at the fire. His eyes reflected the light, highlight the fact that his own had lost their mischievous glimmer. ”Why would it please me?” Although he was genuinely confused by the question, it didn't really show in his expression or his voice.
Nodding distractedly, he wandered through the pile of hidden treasures and common every day things. Stopping, he lifted the bowl, though it was only to place it on a less precarious perch, moving the chair so it wouldn't wobble and damage the glass. Her offer surprised him, and he glanced at her.
Then he turned back to the pile. Kneeling, he moved the books to a safe spot as well. Then he unrolled a bit of the carpet, trying to see the pattern on it.
Nodding distractedly, he wandered through the pile of hidden treasures and common every day things. Stopping, he lifted the bowl, though it was only to place it on a less precarious perch, moving the chair so it wouldn't wobble and damage the glass. Her offer surprised him, and he glanced at her.
Then he turned back to the pile. Kneeling, he moved the books to a safe spot as well. Then he unrolled a bit of the carpet, trying to see the pattern on it.
nothing is softer or more flexible than water,
yet nothing can resist it
AMUN
