my whole life is mine, but whoever says so will deprive me,
for it is infinite.
At the mention of Samuel's name Amun let out a breath he hadn't realized he'd taken. His gaze trailed over the materials Sunjata had assembled, lingering on the paints for a moment. Then they slid up to meet the Flood's gaze. "I see." The potter paused, before adding, "Mind if I join you?"
Not even waiting for an answer he grabbed the nearest stool and moved it closer. Plopping onto it, his fingers twitched as he scanned the supplies once more. "Perhaps. But probably not the last." Grimacing, he grabbed an unused piece of paper, before patting his pockets. Eventually, he scrounged up a battered looking quill and an inkwell that was miraculously still sealed.
Not even waiting for an answer he grabbed the nearest stool and moved it closer. Plopping onto it, his fingers twitched as he scanned the supplies once more. "Perhaps. But probably not the last." Grimacing, he grabbed an unused piece of paper, before patting his pockets. Eventually, he scrounged up a battered looking quill and an inkwell that was miraculously still sealed.
by being moved I exert my empire,
making the dreams of night real
AMUN
