full moon rising on the waters of my soul
It was cute that Amalia was trying to engage with Amun on his level. For that, if nothing else, he decided to give her a straight answer. ”I would grow. Both in height and my horns, which curled like a ram, but far more delicate looking. And I’d grow more beautiful as well. On top of that, I would glow, shimmer like moonlight on water, and I would take sustenance from the moon itself.” Indeed, he’d been a celestial being, a son of the moon, in a true way, a way that his current form made a mockery of.
On the subject of being Ascended, it seemed there were a lot of rules. ”Somehow, hm? And where are these shrines where I can find this Voice?” There was something that the baker was holding back, and the potter gave an easy smile, though his eyes were sharp. ”And just what do I drink, kitty?” There were so many liquids it could be—some more fun than others—but he figured asking was better than testing it out.
On the subject of being Ascended, it seemed there were a lot of rules. ”Somehow, hm? And where are these shrines where I can find this Voice?” There was something that the baker was holding back, and the potter gave an easy smile, though his eyes were sharp. ”And just what do I drink, kitty?” There were so many liquids it could be—some more fun than others—but he figured asking was better than testing it out.
amun
