my love affair with water runs deep into my soul,
the serenity as intense as the tides ebb and flow
Amun simply nodded at Oliver’s agreement, distracted by stepping over a fallen tree trunk. However, the Ascended glanced over at the other man. "If you make art, you're an artist. Call yourself whatever you want though, Blondie." Again, the potter's words were mocking, but not aggressive or mean. "What kind of art?" He continued to lead them through the Glade as they scouted out routes to explore.
Smirking as Oliver finally finished speaking, Amun flashed his teeth at the other man. It wasn't exactly a smile. "Obviously." Then his posture and voice grew much more casual seeming. "So. What kinds of things does Safrin want you to tell people about her?"
Smirking as Oliver finally finished speaking, Amun flashed his teeth at the other man. It wasn't exactly a smile. "Obviously." Then his posture and voice grew much more casual seeming. "So. What kinds of things does Safrin want you to tell people about her?"
nothing is softer or more flexible than water,
yet nothing can resist it
AMUN
