my love affair with water runs deep into my soul,
the serenity as intense as the tides ebb and flow
As Amun approached the Artist's sanctuary, he felt several splats on his head. Letting out a cry, he jerked the door open and then slammed it shut. Growling in annoyance, he reached up and scooped what appeared to be vegetable goop from his hair. Brushing some off his shoulder, he glared at Bastien and Oliver. "Gross." It was clear the potter was less than pleased with this turn of events.
Taking off his shirt, he used the dry spots to mop up the mess as best he could, uncaring that he was stripping just a bit too soon. "Bastien, I just got assaulted by some squash that jumped off your roof." He raised an eyebrow at his fellow Ascended. Clearly, Amun expected Bastien to do something about it.
Taking off his shirt, he used the dry spots to mop up the mess as best he could, uncaring that he was stripping just a bit too soon. "Bastien, I just got assaulted by some squash that jumped off your roof." He raised an eyebrow at his fellow Ascended. Clearly, Amun expected Bastien to do something about it.
nothing is softer or more flexible than water,
yet nothing can resist it
AMUN
