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 nodded. ”Sure. Seems reasonable.” Then he frowned. ”I'm curious, though, why wouldn’t it be alright? Surely Safrin can hear and see us wherever we make our offerings.” He tilted his head, a confused expression on his face.
When she took the bowl, he grinned again, though it was still weak. As she revealed the necklace, his eyebrows rose. ”Pretty. And high quality” He held out his hand. "Well, seeing as you've never seen it before, you can't have that strong an association with it. So let's see how it looks on you, yeah?" Still holding his hand out, his crooked his fingers in the universal symbol (well, hopefully) for 'give it here.'
When she took the bowl, he grinned again, though it was still weak. As she revealed the necklace, his eyebrows rose. ”Pretty. And high quality” He held out his hand. "Well, seeing as you've never seen it before, you can't have that strong an association with it. So let's see how it looks on you, yeah?" Still holding his hand out, his crooked his fingers in the universal symbol (well, hopefully) for 'give it here.'
nothing is softer or more flexible than water,
yet nothing can resist it
AMUN
