my love affair with water runs deep into my soul,
the serenity as intense as the tides ebb and flow
Chuckling at the woman's question, Amun waggled his eyebrows. "I have all sorts of useful skills." Winking for good measure, he grinned.
Eying the wood in her hands, he eventually meandered over to a pile of tools. Plucking a whittling knife and a carving knife, he held both of them out to her. "Here. These might help. What're you working on?"
Moving around the Sanctuary, he gathered up cloth and a needle and thread. Sitting on a table nearby her, he began to sew the fabric together, fingers moving deftly. Glancing up from his work, he studied the room, looking for some suitable material to use as stuffing.
Eying the wood in her hands, he eventually meandered over to a pile of tools. Plucking a whittling knife and a carving knife, he held both of them out to her. "Here. These might help. What're you working on?"
Moving around the Sanctuary, he gathered up cloth and a needle and thread. Sitting on a table nearby her, he began to sew the fabric together, fingers moving deftly. Glancing up from his work, he studied the room, looking for some suitable material to use as stuffing.
nothing is softer or more flexible than water,
yet nothing can resist it
AMUN
