Thank you for finding me
And thank you for the care
It had taken Sam a couple of days after the Ascended meeting to work up the courage to find another one of his family to talk to, still dealing with the potentially irrational fear of one of them still holding in violent rage over his choice to leave the Voice, even when he had returned. He finally decided to come and see Amun for a few reasons: he knew the man had skills to teach, thought he was probably not the sort to explode in a fit of anger, and they had spoken previously, so it was not as daunting as a first meeting.
Locating his shop, Sam held in his hands a heavy bag containing what he'd been told at the market was a good quality clay: he really had no idea about these things, but he'd thought it was a nice colour, a deep rustic red. Leaning to look around the door, he knocked, hoping he'd caught a day where the potter was willing to have some company. "Amun? It's Samuel, could I come in...?"
Locating his shop, Sam held in his hands a heavy bag containing what he'd been told at the market was a good quality clay: he really had no idea about these things, but he'd thought it was a nice colour, a deep rustic red. Leaning to look around the door, he knocked, hoping he'd caught a day where the potter was willing to have some company. "Amun? It's Samuel, could I come in...?"
And fuck you for making me
Think that this life might be fair
SAMUEL
