full moon rising on the waters of my soul
Well, now The Voice was talking. Or rather, she was speaking Amun’s language. He beamed at her, though it obviously couldn’t compare to her own lightning filled grins and eyes. ”I’d be happy to explore. Just say the world, and I’ll go where you send me. For now, though, I can be patient.” The potter wasn’t much of a fighter (though when he did, he fought dirty). However, exploration had been his stock and trade for most of his life. Just because he’d settled down didn’t mean he still didn’t hear the call in his blood.
Or well, fluid: that thought reminded him that he had a new lease on life here and he’d be a fool not to take this chance.
He filed away the information about where else he could speak to The Voice. Even if he didn’t know all the places she mentioned, he figured it would be best to find out on his own. That way he could show off his exploring chops. The sound of many more was as appealing to him as the mention of new lands, new connections. ”Understood, Sparky.” He was probably pushing his luck with the nickname, but he nicknamed everyone and he figured she’d feel left out if he didn’t give her one as well. It was a sign of affection, not one of disrespect.
Besides, he'd been a small piece of a god once upon a time, and he'd always hated being fawned over. While he didn't know if The Voice felt the same, he figured, given how she'd been trapped all that time, she probably needed friends as much as she needed obedient servants. And seeing as he'd never been particularly good at the latter, perhaps he should at least try to be the former.
Or well, fluid: that thought reminded him that he had a new lease on life here and he’d be a fool not to take this chance.
He filed away the information about where else he could speak to The Voice. Even if he didn’t know all the places she mentioned, he figured it would be best to find out on his own. That way he could show off his exploring chops. The sound of many more was as appealing to him as the mention of new lands, new connections. ”Understood, Sparky.” He was probably pushing his luck with the nickname, but he nicknamed everyone and he figured she’d feel left out if he didn’t give her one as well. It was a sign of affection, not one of disrespect.
Besides, he'd been a small piece of a god once upon a time, and he'd always hated being fawned over. While he didn't know if The Voice felt the same, he figured, given how she'd been trapped all that time, she probably needed friends as much as she needed obedient servants. And seeing as he'd never been particularly good at the latter, perhaps he should at least try to be the former.
amun
