full moon rising on the waters of my soul
Unsurprisingly, Amalia was interested in Amun’s mention of horns. His eyes grew distant and wistful as he remembered them, and unconsciously he raised a hand to run it through his hair, as if to confirm that they were, indeed, gone. ”I used to have another form. Not like yours, nothing I could control. But when night fell, I would be transformed.” He didn’t necessarily want to talk about this, but the baker’s eagerness to learn more was so apparently that he decided to give her what she wanted in exchange for the kindness she’d shown him. Besides, the potter would bounce back easily enough.
Something about this conversation was bothering her, and the Ascended had no idea what it was. Sure, the idea of not having blood was odd and maybe a bit creepy, but no odder than her ability to turn into a leopard or a bird. ”And I take it there’s something weird about the way I get more?” It was really hard for him to determine what, exactly, Amalia was trying to tell him.
Something about this conversation was bothering her, and the Ascended had no idea what it was. Sure, the idea of not having blood was odd and maybe a bit creepy, but no odder than her ability to turn into a leopard or a bird. ”And I take it there’s something weird about the way I get more?” It was really hard for him to determine what, exactly, Amalia was trying to tell him.
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