full moon rising on the waters of my soul
Amun glanced over at Lilliane and arched an eyebrow. Smiling at her, he tilted his head to one side. "Is that so? Like I said, I don't eat myself, but it's good to know." He nodded at her.
Shrugging, he scratched the back of his head. "I'm from places where people really banded together and made sure the community thrived as a whole, so maybe it's just the contrast for me." He spoke in a quiet tone, his eyes trained on the herd of colorful ramphires that were just ahead of them.
Narrowing his eyes at her comment, he hummed a low note. Jerking his chin, he sent Zhanshi ahead underground to scout out the situation more closely. As the companion followed the potter's direction, he gave the cook a once over. "Good to know? How good are you at throwing?" As he asked his question, he crossed his arms and drummed his fingers on the metal bracelets he wore most of the time. "Absolutely! Do you specialize in any specific type of cuisine?"
Shrugging, he scratched the back of his head. "I'm from places where people really banded together and made sure the community thrived as a whole, so maybe it's just the contrast for me." He spoke in a quiet tone, his eyes trained on the herd of colorful ramphires that were just ahead of them.
Narrowing his eyes at her comment, he hummed a low note. Jerking his chin, he sent Zhanshi ahead underground to scout out the situation more closely. As the companion followed the potter's direction, he gave the cook a once over. "Good to know? How good are you at throwing?" As he asked his question, he crossed his arms and drummed his fingers on the metal bracelets he wore most of the time. "Absolutely! Do you specialize in any specific type of cuisine?"
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