my love affair with water runs deep into my soul,
the serenity as intense as the tides ebb and flow
Amun raised an eyebrow. Now that he knew who she was, he swept his gaze over her once more. ”Well then. You are someone I should definitely get to know.” His voice came out in just as sultry a coo as hers did. Winking at the woman, he bent down to take a closer look at the boy. ”And who are you?” The Ascended’s voice had gentled somewhat, and he gave the child an easy smile.
That done, the potter straightened up, slipping his hands into his pockets. ”I can't claim any fancy titles." His eyes grew more than a bit mischievous. "However, I am curious. What brings an Archmage back into her old stomping grounds, striking?” Then he chuckled, the sound dark and low. "And what was with the lightning and the mud?" Although his tone was far from respectful and his posture was gracefully lazy, he was actually on his best behavior.
That done, the potter straightened up, slipping his hands into his pockets. ”I can't claim any fancy titles." His eyes grew more than a bit mischievous. "However, I am curious. What brings an Archmage back into her old stomping grounds, striking?” Then he chuckled, the sound dark and low. "And what was with the lightning and the mud?" Although his tone was far from respectful and his posture was gracefully lazy, he was actually on his best behavior.
nothing is softer or more flexible than water,
yet nothing can resist it
AMUN
