full moon rising on the waters of my soul
As Jigano approached, Amun smirked at the white-haired man. However, even the Ascended nodded approvingly at the Provost’s display of power. ”Nice one, coriander.” Turning to Amalia, the potter winked. ”I’ll go make some stands for instruments and whatnot, kitty. We'll probably want some chairs around the edge of the dance floor for people to rest." With that, he whistled a jaunty tune as he went to get some wood and a knife.
That done, he began whittling, his dexterous fingers equally capable of shaping wood as they were with clay. It wasn't long before he had places for people to rest lutes, flutes, and even more exotic instruments. After all, he wasn't sure exactly what they'd be using, so he was covering all their bases.
That done, he began whittling, his dexterous fingers equally capable of shaping wood as they were with clay. It wasn't long before he had places for people to rest lutes, flutes, and even more exotic instruments. After all, he wasn't sure exactly what they'd be using, so he was covering all their bases.
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