amun
Oliver, true to his word, had sent Amun a note when the blacksmith next fired up his forge. Luckily, the potter wasn't particularly bothered by sunlight these days. Not even taking the time to toss on a cloak, he finished up his latest project, a vase, and set it to dry in a corner.
Then he scooped up the metal ball. Leaving the studio, he made his way towards the other man's shop. Knocking on the doorframe, the Ascended called out softly. "Hey, Oliver, got your message. Is now still a good time." He didn't want to interrupt Oliver if the blacksmith was in the middle of something tricky.
Then he scooped up the metal ball. Leaving the studio, he made his way towards the other man's shop. Knocking on the doorframe, the Ascended called out softly. "Hey, Oliver, got your message. Is now still a good time." He didn't want to interrupt Oliver if the blacksmith was in the middle of something tricky.
Thrill me, chill me, fulfill me
