my love affair with water runs deep into my soul,
the serenity as intense as the tides ebb and flow
Nodding at the woman's answer, Amun grinned. "There seems to be a lot of that going around these days." He himself was going off to make a doll of his own. Once he'd collected the cloths, he decided to use canvas as stuffing. It was probably too expensive, but at least it was plentiful here.
That done, he began to sew it as best he could. When she spoke up, he glanced over at the chalk and her now marked up wood. Chuckling, he shook his head. "I don't mind at all. That's what it's there for." Heading for the table, he hitched himself partially up on it, leaving one leg dangling and the other on the floor. "Is this your first time in the Artist's Sanctuary?"
That done, he began to sew it as best he could. When she spoke up, he glanced over at the chalk and her now marked up wood. Chuckling, he shook his head. "I don't mind at all. That's what it's there for." Heading for the table, he hitched himself partially up on it, leaving one leg dangling and the other on the floor. "Is this your first time in the Artist's Sanctuary?"
nothing is softer or more flexible than water,
yet nothing can resist it
AMUN
