full moon rising on the waters of my soul
As they sat in what would have been companionable silence if they hadn't been strangers, Amun just kept staring at the ocean. When the man next to the Ascended shifted, the potter glanced over. Watching the pebble as they flew towards his ship, he still kept quiet.
But his own fingers been scrabbling in the sandy earth, picking out small rocks. Waiting for gaps in the crowd (which were few and far between), he began throwing his own little stones. They travelled farther and more accurately than the other man's, though Amun was careful not to actually hit his own ship.
But his own fingers been scrabbling in the sandy earth, picking out small rocks. Waiting for gaps in the crowd (which were few and far between), he began throwing his own little stones. They travelled farther and more accurately than the other man's, though Amun was careful not to actually hit his own ship.
amun
