my love affair with water runs deep into my soul,
the serenity as intense as the tides ebb and flow
Amun picked up the longbow and considered it briefly before setting it down and grabbing a pair of pliers instead. Squeezing them briefly to test their condition, he turned to face Maea. "Wasn't aware I needed to commit to anything." Setting the pliers down as well, he studied the items again.
However he turned back to study her instead as she spoke. Nodding in understanding, he slipped his hands into his pockets. "Sensible for who?" The question came out quietly. "And I've only been here for half a year. If you ask me, though, seems like you're making the best choice for you, and that's what matters." He shrugged, and bent down to pick up a hammer. "Then again, what do I know?"
However he turned back to study her instead as she spoke. Nodding in understanding, he slipped his hands into his pockets. "Sensible for who?" The question came out quietly. "And I've only been here for half a year. If you ask me, though, seems like you're making the best choice for you, and that's what matters." He shrugged, and bent down to pick up a hammer. "Then again, what do I know?"
nothing is softer or more flexible than water,
yet nothing can resist it
AMUN
