Said to follow any dream
Be a puppet on a string
Be a puppet on a string
Wessex had returned, or so Amun had heard. Although he'd waited for her to seek him out, she probably had more important matters to attend to, oh, like putting out the literal fire they'd started in Stormbreak if that was even possible. Eventually, he'd sent her a note asking her to meet him in Queen's Gambit.
He stood at the one of the entrances to the hedge maze, Zhanshi at the potter's feet. Occasionally the Ascended would toss little cubes of meat to the landshark, who would jump from the ground, snatch them from the air, and then tunnel down again.
When the Wraith finally arrived, Amun would nod at her. Then he'd rub one gauntlet clad hand along the back of his head. "Hey. I'm...I'm sorry I got swept away in the moment." He sighed and shook his head.
He stood at the one of the entrances to the hedge maze, Zhanshi at the potter's feet. Occasionally the Ascended would toss little cubes of meat to the landshark, who would jump from the ground, snatch them from the air, and then tunnel down again.
When the Wraith finally arrived, Amun would nod at her. Then he'd rub one gauntlet clad hand along the back of his head. "Hey. I'm...I'm sorry I got swept away in the moment." He sighed and shook his head.
Works for you but that isn't me
Amun
