amun
Having shifted back from the dragon form, Amun had moved a short distance away. Partially, it was to avoid any further run-ins with the lava wyrms, now that he was vulnerable to them. Mostly, though, it was to avoid discussing having bitten Sunjata with Nate. The potter had already explained it had happened during the illness and wanted to leave it at that.
So he lounged against a nearby wall, brushing soot and picking imaginary threads off his pants. Keeping his eyes downwards, he hummed to himself. Out of the corner of his eye, he watched the Hailstorm and the "doctor" as they waited for whoever else was supposed to show up.
When Wessex arrived, Amun glanced up. Grinning at her, he nodded. However, he didn't speak up.
So he lounged against a nearby wall, brushing soot and picking imaginary threads off his pants. Keeping his eyes downwards, he hummed to himself. Out of the corner of his eye, he watched the Hailstorm and the "doctor" as they waited for whoever else was supposed to show up.
When Wessex arrived, Amun glanced up. Grinning at her, he nodded. However, he didn't speak up.
Thrill me, chill me, fulfill me
