and what came before won't count anymore

full moon rising on the waters of my soul

As Sam leaned into Amun, he leaned into the bookmaker as well, though they were still only touching a little bit. Still, the potter's smile deepened. It stayed on his lips as the other man read. When the redhead paused and pointed out the illustration, the guild master lifted his free hand. It hovered over the art, tracing over the lines and curves of it.

With that same hand, he pointed his index finger at Sam. Then Amun pinched his fingers together, as if they were holding a quill or brush, and mimed drawing. He ended with a shrug, eyes fixed on the bookmaker's.

amun

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