full moon rising on the waters of my soul
Amun’s eyes narrowed, and he leaned forward to give Zidane a considering look. ”What makes you say that?” This time, there was a bit more liveliness and interest in the potter's expression, tone, and posture.
At the other man's comment, Amun grinned, though it looked a bit forced. "Sounds like a plan. Though I have to ask, are you sure about that? Sitting around and doing nothing for the rest of our immortal lives doesn't sound so bad." For a brief moment, there was an almost open longing in the potter's voice.
Then it faded entirely.
"I've got a task from Wessex and The Voice that I'm hoping to work on." This time, his voice was pitched far too low for anyone but Zidane to hear Amun.
At the other man's comment, Amun grinned, though it looked a bit forced. "Sounds like a plan. Though I have to ask, are you sure about that? Sitting around and doing nothing for the rest of our immortal lives doesn't sound so bad." For a brief moment, there was an almost open longing in the potter's voice.
Then it faded entirely.
"I've got a task from Wessex and The Voice that I'm hoping to work on." This time, his voice was pitched far too low for anyone but Zidane to hear Amun.
amun
