my whole life is mine, but whoever says so will deprive me,
for it is infinite.
As Remi listed off all the horrible things he’d encountered, Amun’s eyebrows rose. ”I didn’t know you had a sense of humor, Curly. Or such bad luck.” He chuckled, then winked at the other man. ”I’ve just been attacked by monsters multiple times. Still, sounds about right for Caido.” The potter grinned. ”I’d offer you my usual way to relieve stress, but if memory serves me, you’re not interested.” There was a gently teasing tone in his voice, and not a hint of flirtation.
The trimming was done, so the Ascended let the wheel come to a halt. Chuckling again, he winked at Remi. ”Way ahead of you Curly. I’m already a member. The big guy was kind enough to make my kiln for me in exchange for joining.” Amun tilted his head, mischievous eyes twinkling. ”Think we should get uniforms or something? I’m sure I can design something flattering. For me at least.” Standing up, he gently picked up the trimmed clay and replaced it with an untrimmed amphorae.
Grinning at the question, he shrugged. ”A little bit of both.” Kicking the wheel back into motion, he started trimming from the bottom up again. ”A group of us are participating in a gift exchange. I got someone who wanted weapons, something blue, or alcohol. Since I don’t do weapons, I figured I’d make him a blue amphorae with blueberry wine. The other amphorae are for the vintner.” The words came out distractedly, without a hint of the playfulness that was practically Amun’s trademark. He was too focused on his task to pay much attention to the words leaving his lips.
The trimming was done, so the Ascended let the wheel come to a halt. Chuckling again, he winked at Remi. ”Way ahead of you Curly. I’m already a member. The big guy was kind enough to make my kiln for me in exchange for joining.” Amun tilted his head, mischievous eyes twinkling. ”Think we should get uniforms or something? I’m sure I can design something flattering. For me at least.” Standing up, he gently picked up the trimmed clay and replaced it with an untrimmed amphorae.
Grinning at the question, he shrugged. ”A little bit of both.” Kicking the wheel back into motion, he started trimming from the bottom up again. ”A group of us are participating in a gift exchange. I got someone who wanted weapons, something blue, or alcohol. Since I don’t do weapons, I figured I’d make him a blue amphorae with blueberry wine. The other amphorae are for the vintner.” The words came out distractedly, without a hint of the playfulness that was practically Amun’s trademark. He was too focused on his task to pay much attention to the words leaving his lips.
by being moved I exert my empire,
making the dreams of night real
AMUN
