if I ever start to think straight
Amun trailed behind Maea. Fingers tracing the spines of the books as they strolled past them, he followed her to the shrine tucked away in the corner of the Atheneum. Taking her hand as they entered the hidden room, he gave it a squeeze. With his free hand, he slipped his fingers into his pocket and pulled out a small metal sculpture. It was a man and a woman, her in silver him in copper, standing back to back and he rather fancied he'd done a good job making it represent the two of them.
Although the Voice didn't require gifts as much as the other gods did, she still appreciated them. He placed it on the altar before giving his fellow Ascended a nod. "You don't really need to say anything. She knows what's in your heart and mind."
Still, he cleared his throat. "I hope you are well, the Voice. Maea is here to ask for your blessing and maybe your help. And I'm here for moral support." Releasing Maea's hand, he placed it in the small of her back.
Although the Voice didn't require gifts as much as the other gods did, she still appreciated them. He placed it on the altar before giving his fellow Ascended a nod. "You don't really need to say anything. She knows what's in your heart and mind."
Still, he cleared his throat. "I hope you are well, the Voice. Maea is here to ask for your blessing and maybe your help. And I'm here for moral support." Releasing Maea's hand, he placed it in the small of her back.
this heart will start a riot in me
Amun
