amun
Amalia didn’t really respond to Amun’s playful musings about changing the names of the people around these parts, so he dropped it. Seeing as he was not at all invested in the conversation, and mostly trying to get the so far quite reserved baker to crack a smile, he didn’t really want to do anything to upset her. Embarrassing her, on the other hand, was fair game; as she flushed, the Ascended grinned at her. ”Oh? Is that so? Good for you, kitty! Now tell me more about the warmth and comfort you provided those poor, half-naked, desperate men.” His voice held a teasing tone, but absolutely no malice. Given that he wasn’t flirting with her seriously—she was pretty enough, but not his type for obvious reasons—his voice didn’t have any heat at all.
As she commented that this was the Settlement, the potter gave it an approving look. ”Nice. You have buildings and everything. Where I came from, we just had huts, that we had to build ourselves.” And the Ascended wasn’t a builder, that was for damn sure, just an artist. Hopefully her bakery was close, though. While he didn't feel tired or cold, he was feeling quite exposed. Normally that would be a good thing (in his mind, at least), but he was in a strange land and feeling unsure of himself.
As she commented that this was the Settlement, the potter gave it an approving look. ”Nice. You have buildings and everything. Where I came from, we just had huts, that we had to build ourselves.” And the Ascended wasn’t a builder, that was for damn sure, just an artist. Hopefully her bakery was close, though. While he didn't feel tired or cold, he was feeling quite exposed. Normally that would be a good thing (in his mind, at least), but he was in a strange land and feeling unsure of himself.
Thrill me, chill me, fulfill me
