my whole life is mine, but whoever says so will deprive me,
for it is infinite.
Amun arrived at the shrine in the Fangs at the appointed time, though he was pouting when he did. Waving to Wessex, he leaned against one of the walls of the cave. His arms were folded across his chest and he clutched a journal in them. Since the Queen (presumably) already knew about his little communication problem from their jaunt in Frey's Breath, he didn't bother trying to speak to her.
Instead he just tapped his foot as he waited for whoever else was coming to this to show. Although his eyes trailed towards Wessex every now and then, mostly he kept his gaze trained on the entrance to the cave.
Instead he just tapped his foot as he waited for whoever else was coming to this to show. Although his eyes trailed towards Wessex every now and then, mostly he kept his gaze trained on the entrance to the cave.
by being moved I exert my empire,
making the dreams of night real
AMUN
