full moon rising on the waters of my soul
Under any other circumstances, the reverence in Amalia’s voice would’ve made Amun grin. He would’ve launched into a series of outrageous tales, about the jungle and all the other exotic lands that made this world pale in comparison. However, even for the easygoing potter, the reminder of what he’d been ripped away from became too much. ”It was.” A simple acknowledgement, one she would hopefully understand.
Still, he bounced back quickly. ”Are you offering, kitty?” He flashed her a grin. ”Winters might be harsh, but I don’t feel the cold, so as long as I stay in the shade, I should be okay.” Amalia was nice—or at least seemed nice enough—but the Ascended didn’t like to be tied down to anyone or anything. His decision to settle down in his old world had been more out of necessity than anything else. However, he was distracted from his thoughts by the sight of a glowing miniature whale somehow swimming in air rather than water.
The potter shot Amalia a surprised, but pleased look as the whale gave her an affectionate headbutt. ”Jungles might be impressive, but we didn’t have miniature glowing sky-whales.” He gave the baker a smile, then walked up to the pair of them. ”Hello little one. Aren’t you cute?” The sailors he’d grown up with each had their own bond with one form of marine life or another; while he hadn’t been able to do the same, since he was not quite human, he had spent enough time with ocean life to recognize and appreciate it. So as the whale gave him a curious look, he gave it a jaunty little wave.
Still, he bounced back quickly. ”Are you offering, kitty?” He flashed her a grin. ”Winters might be harsh, but I don’t feel the cold, so as long as I stay in the shade, I should be okay.” Amalia was nice—or at least seemed nice enough—but the Ascended didn’t like to be tied down to anyone or anything. His decision to settle down in his old world had been more out of necessity than anything else. However, he was distracted from his thoughts by the sight of a glowing miniature whale somehow swimming in air rather than water.
The potter shot Amalia a surprised, but pleased look as the whale gave her an affectionate headbutt. ”Jungles might be impressive, but we didn’t have miniature glowing sky-whales.” He gave the baker a smile, then walked up to the pair of them. ”Hello little one. Aren’t you cute?” The sailors he’d grown up with each had their own bond with one form of marine life or another; while he hadn’t been able to do the same, since he was not quite human, he had spent enough time with ocean life to recognize and appreciate it. So as the whale gave him a curious look, he gave it a jaunty little wave.
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