Said to follow any dream
Be a puppet on a string
Be a puppet on a string
Still chipping away at the rock, Amun eyed the gap. They'd made progress, and he stared at it. Then he smacked himself in the forehead, since he'd forgotten it only needed to be large enough for Maea. He was turning to face her when she started speaking. Shrugging, he sighed. "One person's petty is another person's righteous."
Narrowing his eyes as he saw she had stood up, he opened his mouth again. However, she was by his side before he could speak. Slipping an arm around her shoulders, he gave her a squeeze. Then he guided her to face the gap he and Zhanshi had made. "Can you fit through?" The potter looked down at her to try and gauge the answer for himself.
Narrowing his eyes as he saw she had stood up, he opened his mouth again. However, she was by his side before he could speak. Slipping an arm around her shoulders, he gave her a squeeze. Then he guided her to face the gap he and Zhanshi had made. "Can you fit through?" The potter looked down at her to try and gauge the answer for himself.
Works for you but that isn't me
Amun
