my love affair with water runs deep into my soul,
the serenity as intense as the tides ebb and flow
Amun sauntered up, whistling a jaunty shanty, a wicked smile dancing on his lips. When he saw that weird Oia’i’o chick there, he obviously winked at her. ”Hey scribbler, hey chatty. Didn’t take you two to be a fan of spin the bottle.” Then his smile turned into a smirk. ”Or are you too chicken to actually participate?" There was a challenging tone in his voice, but he kept moving past her.
Reaching forward, he popped a mint in his mouth. As it dissolved, he smiled at the blonde woman leading the game, a mischievous light in his eyes. ”Thanks sweetheart. I don’t think we’ve met.” He swept into a shallow bow. ”Amun Arlun, at your service.” Straightening up, he moved to the edge of the circle they’d no doubt be forming, seeking a shadow. Once there, he lay on his side, the motion languid and lazy.
Reaching forward, he popped a mint in his mouth. As it dissolved, he smiled at the blonde woman leading the game, a mischievous light in his eyes. ”Thanks sweetheart. I don’t think we’ve met.” He swept into a shallow bow. ”Amun Arlun, at your service.” Straightening up, he moved to the edge of the circle they’d no doubt be forming, seeking a shadow. Once there, he lay on his side, the motion languid and lazy.
nothing is softer or more flexible than water,
yet nothing can resist it
AMUN
