my love affair with water runs deep into my soul,
the serenity as intense as the tides ebb and flow
As Maea walked away, Amun rolled his eyes. Grabbing the glass bowl in his left hand, he followed her outside. ”Of course I’m still human. Just as you’re still human even though you have magic, or the Attuned are still human even though they literally turn into animals.” Coming to a stop, he studied her. "I know one thing. You're never going to get over your fear if you walk away from what makes you scared, or from a difficult conversation." He'd revived, somewhat, from the stupor he'd been in during the rest of their conversation.
He spread his arms. "So come on. Ask me whatever burning questions you might have." Tilting his head at the fire, his eyes sparkled with the slightest amount of mischief at the pun. "In exchange, though, since you're a devotee of the old gods, I'm going to ask you to make an offering to Safrin because she certainly has no love for me." He shook the bowl in his hands. "This one will bring joy to any who visit her shrine. And to the goddess, hopefully."
He spread his arms. "So come on. Ask me whatever burning questions you might have." Tilting his head at the fire, his eyes sparkled with the slightest amount of mischief at the pun. "In exchange, though, since you're a devotee of the old gods, I'm going to ask you to make an offering to Safrin because she certainly has no love for me." He shook the bowl in his hands. "This one will bring joy to any who visit her shrine. And to the goddess, hopefully."
nothing is softer or more flexible than water,
yet nothing can resist it
AMUN
