my love affair with water runs deep into my soul,
the serenity as intense as the tides ebb and flow
Still perched on the edge of the table, Amun kept his gaze downwards. His fingers continued sewing, the bundle of cloth and rags and thread coming together under his watchful eyes. Chuckling, he grinned. "No, I'm just really good at guessing." He tapped his nose and waggled his eyebrows.
Juggling his bundle, he extended his hand. Taking hers in a firm grip, he smiled. "I'm Amun. And I am a potter, mostly. Among other things." Releasing her, he returned to work, though he shifted so he could see her out of the corner of his eye. "What inspired you to come check out the Artist's Sanctuary? Are you an aspiring artist yourself?"
Juggling his bundle, he extended his hand. Taking hers in a firm grip, he smiled. "I'm Amun. And I am a potter, mostly. Among other things." Releasing her, he returned to work, though he shifted so he could see her out of the corner of his eye. "What inspired you to come check out the Artist's Sanctuary? Are you an aspiring artist yourself?"
nothing is softer or more flexible than water,
yet nothing can resist it
AMUN
