full moon rising on the waters of my soul
Amun had been continuing his explorations of Torchline. Although the Voice hadn’t given them explicit instructions to do so, he figured a little bit of initiative would go a long way with her. Today, he was making his way down the Ahi Coast, his bare feet leaving prints in the sand. He was dressed in shorts and a loose shirt, with a cutlass strapped to his waist. In short, he looked every inch the native.
Ahead, there was a small copse of trees by the water. At the water’s edge, there was the figure of an unfamiliar woman. His sharp eyes had no trouble spotting her features. He grinned as he saw her reach down to touch the sea as a wave rolled over her feet. Shifting his path, he angled himself towards her. "Hello there, miss." Voice bright and cheerful, he turned to look at the horizon. "Beautiful, isn't it?"
Ahead, there was a small copse of trees by the water. At the water’s edge, there was the figure of an unfamiliar woman. His sharp eyes had no trouble spotting her features. He grinned as he saw her reach down to touch the sea as a wave rolled over her feet. Shifting his path, he angled himself towards her. "Hello there, miss." Voice bright and cheerful, he turned to look at the horizon. "Beautiful, isn't it?"
amun
