my love affair with water runs deep into my soul,
the serenity as intense as the tides ebb and flow
Amun winked at Oliver, a pleased smile dancing on the Ascended’s lips. ”Sounds great to me, Blondie. I’ll work out a schedule and send it over.” When the other man expressed interest in joining the Sanctuary, the potter let out a chuckle. "You an artist now, Blondie?" The question was lightly teasing, but then the Ascended shrugged. "I say do what you want, live your life." It was clear that Amun would be fine whatever Oliver decided.
As the other man recounted the major development in his life, however, Amun's easy manner slipped away. Instead, he studied Oliver with suddenly wary eyes. "Blessed by the old gods, huh? And what did they ask of you in return?" There was a lightness to the potter's voice, but he was listening closely to every word.
As the other man recounted the major development in his life, however, Amun's easy manner slipped away. Instead, he studied Oliver with suddenly wary eyes. "Blessed by the old gods, huh? And what did they ask of you in return?" There was a lightness to the potter's voice, but he was listening closely to every word.
nothing is softer or more flexible than water,
yet nothing can resist it
AMUN
