if I ever start to think straight
Amun had heard about the carnival out in the boondocks, of course, given that everyone seemed to be talking about it. After the Festival of Lights, he'd almost decided against going. Still, it was close enough to the Hollowed Ground that he eventually caved. Putting on his illusory cloth to disguise his features and firmly commanding Zhanshi to stay at home, the potter made the long trek out.
When he arrived, he'd meandered through the cheerful chaos. The hot cocoa stand earned a cursory glance, the carousel and sleigh ride a grin, and the stalls a few minutes of his time. When he spied the kissing booth, though he'd arched an eyebrow. There was more than a few folks milling about around it and he joined the crowd, leaning against a tent pole as he watched people pucker up. Chuckling, he shook his head.
When he arrived, he'd meandered through the cheerful chaos. The hot cocoa stand earned a cursory glance, the carousel and sleigh ride a grin, and the stalls a few minutes of his time. When he spied the kissing booth, though he'd arched an eyebrow. There was more than a few folks milling about around it and he joined the crowd, leaning against a tent pole as he watched people pucker up. Chuckling, he shook his head.
this heart will start a riot in me
Amun
