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Amun just shrugged a shoulder as Tal one more refused the potter's help. Smiling, the potter lowered his hands and slipped them under the folds of his cloak. "Suit yourself." He turned slightly so he could watch the courier make his way to the dog sled. As the Ascended did, the snow crunched under his feet. "No need to thank me."
As the conversation about the gods went on, though, he pressed his lips together. "I got those nightmares too," he confessed. "As for Safrin, seems is the key word when it comes to her." Grimacing, he looked down at his feet. "Her light blinds you to the shadows she casts. It's an illusion of purity."
As the conversation about the gods went on, though, he pressed his lips together. "I got those nightmares too," he confessed. "As for Safrin, seems is the key word when it comes to her." Grimacing, he looked down at his feet. "Her light blinds you to the shadows she casts. It's an illusion of purity."
Thrill me, chill me, fulfill me
