my love affair with water runs deep into my soul,
the serenity as intense as the tides ebb and flow
Amun found himself making his way to the Voice's shrine once more. In his hands, he cradled a vase, one that he'd worked on for quite a while. On it, small figures gathered around a larger one, a beautiful woman with lightning gripped in her hands. It was his representation of his goddess and the Ascended family.
Stepping into the hidden room, he placed his offering on the altar. Then he stepped back and bowed his head. Clearing his throat, he hesitated for just a moment before speaking. "I want to thank you again for all your help this past season. And to ask for your help once more." He shifted his weight from side to side in a subconscious and uncharacteristic display of nervousness before forcing himself to still.
Stepping into the hidden room, he placed his offering on the altar. Then he stepped back and bowed his head. Clearing his throat, he hesitated for just a moment before speaking. "I want to thank you again for all your help this past season. And to ask for your help once more." He shifted his weight from side to side in a subconscious and uncharacteristic display of nervousness before forcing himself to still.
nothing is softer or more flexible than water,
yet nothing can resist it
AMUN
