full moon rising on the waters of my soul
Nodding at Lena's response, Amun tapped his fingers at the table. Smiling, he tiled his head to one side. "What drew you to them to begin with?" He crossed his arms and rested his elbows on the table.
As she asked more about the work the Art-isan's Guild did, he grinned. "We have a weaver who makes the most beautiful tapestries, in addition to regular clothing. She made a wonderful depiction of the Spark Bird during LongNight." Pausing, he let out a chuckle. "And not to toot my own horn, but I made an urn to hold some blueberry wine that had an amazing ocean scene. It was a gift for a dear friend." For a moment his smile slipped away and he looked down into his lap.
Nodding as she explained more about her work, he found himself looking between her and the deity. Arching an eyebrow as she brought up some of the creatures she'd encountered, his jaw dropped. "Like, full sized dragons?" He shook his head. "Better you than me," he added, laughing at the thought.
Pausing, he shrugged. "I hope so. I've been seeing a very sweet man who makes books, but I don't know if it's going anywhere," he admitted with a sigh. He held up a hand and crossed his fingers.
As she asked more about the work the Art-isan's Guild did, he grinned. "We have a weaver who makes the most beautiful tapestries, in addition to regular clothing. She made a wonderful depiction of the Spark Bird during LongNight." Pausing, he let out a chuckle. "And not to toot my own horn, but I made an urn to hold some blueberry wine that had an amazing ocean scene. It was a gift for a dear friend." For a moment his smile slipped away and he looked down into his lap.
Nodding as she explained more about her work, he found himself looking between her and the deity. Arching an eyebrow as she brought up some of the creatures she'd encountered, his jaw dropped. "Like, full sized dragons?" He shook his head. "Better you than me," he added, laughing at the thought.
Pausing, he shrugged. "I hope so. I've been seeing a very sweet man who makes books, but I don't know if it's going anywhere," he admitted with a sigh. He held up a hand and crossed his fingers.
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