my love affair with water runs deep into my soul,
the serenity as intense as the tides ebb and flow
As Amun turned a corner, he was greeted by an unusual sight: a small child playing in the mud (which was normal enough) and a woman occasionally throwing small bolts of lighting at the mud when the boy looked at her. Alright then. The potter grinned wickedly at the sight. "Well, hello there." He walked forward steps confident.
Once he was close enough he swept into a shallow, but graceful bow. "I don't believe we've had the pleasure of being introduced. And believe me, I would've remembered one as striking as you. Amun Arlun, at your service." Straightening up, he smiled an easy smile, posture languid and relaxed.
Once he was close enough he swept into a shallow, but graceful bow. "I don't believe we've had the pleasure of being introduced. And believe me, I would've remembered one as striking as you. Amun Arlun, at your service." Straightening up, he smiled an easy smile, posture languid and relaxed.
nothing is softer or more flexible than water,
yet nothing can resist it
AMUN
