full moon rising on the waters of my soul
Amun was sprawled out in a flowerbed during the hunt. Eyes tracking Maea as she stalked the rabbit, he arched an eyebrow when she leapt--and the hare promptly disappeared. Smiling, he rolled to his feet and walked towards her. "You do. So does Wessex. I guess so do I these days, when I remember." Reaching out, he booped her in the nose.
Turning, he gestured at the meadow they'd found themselves in. "This is very nice. Especially for the Barrows" His gaze slid to her. "I probably shouldn't tell this to you, but last time I was out here I managed to piss off a ghost and get trapped in a burial chamber." He chuckled.
Turning, he gestured at the meadow they'd found themselves in. "This is very nice. Especially for the Barrows" His gaze slid to her. "I probably shouldn't tell this to you, but last time I was out here I managed to piss off a ghost and get trapped in a burial chamber." He chuckled.
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