I got sunshine on a cloudy day

my whole life is mine, but whoever says so will deprive me,

for it is infinite.

As Amun strode through the streets of Haulani, he spotted a familiar cloaked figure. He himself was dressed only in a pair of shorts with a cutlass at his waist, looking very much like a native. Granted, it exposed him to the sun, but that was a small price to pay in his mind for going relatively unnoticed.

Sidling up to Wessex, he shot her a grin. ”Those are low quality, I’m afraid.” Leaning against one of the stalls poles, he smirked at the vendor. ”I hope you weren’t planning to try and pass these off to my friend, here. Show us the good stuff.” The potter winked lazily.

So. How are you liking Torchline so far, Princess? Is it everything our goddess promised and more? It was clear from his thoughts that he believed it was.

by being moved I exert my empire,

making the dreams of night real

AMUN