my love affair with water runs deep into my soul,
the serenity as intense as the tides ebb and flow
As Maea regarded him, Amun regarded her right back. He noted her shawl, her skin, her hair, her eyes. There wasn’t any judgment in his gaze, simply acknowledgement. When she agreed to try and asked his question, he smiled. It was shockingly light and his eyes gleamed for just a moment. Not with mischief, but something purer than that. ”Then we go make offerings to a goddess together. After that? Who knows. But we've got the whole world ahead of us."
He lifted the bowl, which she hadn't taken yet. Shaking it slightly, he tilted his own head, wondering whether she'd back out of the agreement now that they'd come so far.
He lifted the bowl, which she hadn't taken yet. Shaking it slightly, he tilted his own head, wondering whether she'd back out of the agreement now that they'd come so far.
nothing is softer or more flexible than water,
yet nothing can resist it
AMUN
