my whole life is mine, but whoever says so will deprive me,
for it is infinite.
Nodding at Sunjata's comment, Amun didn't reply. Instead he set his quill down. Leaning forward, he blew on the drying ink, then set both pages aside. Sitting upright, he grimaced at the Flood's admission that Ludo and Safrin would never spare the Ascended. "And what does Frey want?" The potter spun in his seat to face the other man.
As the story about the demi-god's children unfolded, Amun pressed his lips into a line. "What a petty bitch," he muttered under his breath. Reaching out, he clasped the other man's shoulder. "Could you ask Frey's help in getting her back?" The potter tilted his head to one side, genuinely not knowing whether the herald of nature would care, though given their nature it seemed they should.
As the story about the demi-god's children unfolded, Amun pressed his lips into a line. "What a petty bitch," he muttered under his breath. Reaching out, he clasped the other man's shoulder. "Could you ask Frey's help in getting her back?" The potter tilted his head to one side, genuinely not knowing whether the herald of nature would care, though given their nature it seemed they should.
by being moved I exert my empire,
making the dreams of night real
AMUN
