my love affair with water runs deep into my soul,
the serenity as intense as the tides ebb and flow
Amun arrived at the appointed time. Sidling up to Wessex, he nodded at her. There was a journal tucked under one arm and a piece of charcoal clutched in his hand. He didn't think he'd need to take notes, but it never hurt. Glancing around at the Temple, he went to lean against the nearest wall, facing the shrine.
Grinning, he went essentially motionless in the way only Ascended could. Like the Wraith, the potter had zero doubts that the Voice could offer them some degree of protection. Even better, she'd be honest about what she could and couldn't offer and what those defenses would require of her people.
Grinning, he went essentially motionless in the way only Ascended could. Like the Wraith, the potter had zero doubts that the Voice could offer them some degree of protection. Even better, she'd be honest about what she could and couldn't offer and what those defenses would require of her people.
nothing is softer or more flexible than water,
yet nothing can resist it
AMUN
