Said to follow any dream
Be a puppet on a string
Be a puppet on a string
Amun's eyes spied the pile of rags. Although it would normally give him pause, given he was halfway through a rock when he spotted it, he forged ahead. Managing to make it through the boulder, he stopped when he was through it. His scan told him his upgrade needed time to recharge before he could leave. Fighting off the panicky feel of being trapped again, he took a step forward.
Then he froze again, staring at the figure. It was Zhanshi who forged ahead. The landshark reported through their bond that there was the tangy smell of fluid in the air. Frowning, the potter walked to the side of what was apparently an Ascended of some kind. As Amun's companion tried to pull some of the rags away from the figure's body, the potter reached out to try and brush off some hair to see if he could identify whoever (or whatever) this Ascended was.
Then he froze again, staring at the figure. It was Zhanshi who forged ahead. The landshark reported through their bond that there was the tangy smell of fluid in the air. Frowning, the potter walked to the side of what was apparently an Ascended of some kind. As Amun's companion tried to pull some of the rags away from the figure's body, the potter reached out to try and brush off some hair to see if he could identify whoever (or whatever) this Ascended was.
Works for you but that isn't me
Amun
