my whole life is mine, but whoever says so will deprive me,
for it is infinite.
Amun had moved on from rolling out the clay that would eventually turn into handles. He had just begun trimming the amphorae from yesterday, marking it at precisely spaced intervals, while it spun on the wheel. At the sound of the man’s voice, however, he lifted his small brush and watched the eventual amphorae come to a full halt. Only then did he turn towards the potential customer.
Grinning a bit wickedly when he saw who it was, the potter stood from the stool he’d been perched on. He was splattered with clay, and his hands were covered with it, but he didn’t move to clean himself up. ”Well hello Curly. Long time no see.” There was a mischievous light in the Ascended’s eyes. ”You here for business or pleasure?” He winked on the last word.
Grinning a bit wickedly when he saw who it was, the potter stood from the stool he’d been perched on. He was splattered with clay, and his hands were covered with it, but he didn’t move to clean himself up. ”Well hello Curly. Long time no see.” There was a mischievous light in the Ascended’s eyes. ”You here for business or pleasure?” He winked on the last word.
by being moved I exert my empire,
making the dreams of night real
AMUN
