my love affair with water runs deep into my soul,
the serenity as intense as the tides ebb and flow
Amun shrugged. ”I think an Abandoned that’s beloved of at least one of the old gods is much more welcome than an Ascended that's reviled by all of them." Holding out the bowl, the regarded her carefully. "Look, just leave this on the altar, say a prayer and a compliment, and call it a day. It's not like this legend will actually prevent LongNight."
They moved towards the well, and the potter waited as Maea drank deeply. Then the questions began. "When I was brought here, I came in as an Ascended." He crossed his arms. "Mostly we're sustained by fluid provided by The Voice. Blood works in a pinch, but it's an imperfect substitute, and most of us would prefer to drink from the goddess."
They moved towards the well, and the potter waited as Maea drank deeply. Then the questions began. "When I was brought here, I came in as an Ascended." He crossed his arms. "Mostly we're sustained by fluid provided by The Voice. Blood works in a pinch, but it's an imperfect substitute, and most of us would prefer to drink from the goddess."
nothing is softer or more flexible than water,
yet nothing can resist it
AMUN
