my love affair with water runs deep into my soul,
the serenity as intense as the tides ebb and flow
Amun shrugged. ”Haven’t burst into flame yet. Maybe I’m strong or old enough or whatever not to worry about that now.” The words held little inflection or emotion. "Besides, it seems like neither of us like to be cooped up." His eyes strayed from the fire to Maea. Then he smirked, though it was a shadow of the one she'd probably last seen from him, barely visible. "Besides, this seems more like your pyre than mine."
Nodding at her explanation, he began to meander towards the barn in question. "Anything Safrin might like or you might bring to the midnight gathering that everyone keeps talking about?" Again, his voice was weirdly detached, as if he was saying the words by rote rather than actually meaning them. He studied the pile, but made no move to take anything from it.
Nodding at her explanation, he began to meander towards the barn in question. "Anything Safrin might like or you might bring to the midnight gathering that everyone keeps talking about?" Again, his voice was weirdly detached, as if he was saying the words by rote rather than actually meaning them. He studied the pile, but made no move to take anything from it.
nothing is softer or more flexible than water,
yet nothing can resist it
AMUN
