full moon rising on the waters of my soul
As the gaggle of drunks was firmly escorted out of the VlamVloed, Amun’s eyes tracked them. However, his expression didn’t betray any of his thoughts. Out of the corner of his eye (and from where their bodies touched) he noticed Zidane’s slight discomfort. ”Some people can’t hold their liquor. Good thing we don’t have that problem, right?” The potter’s voice was pitched just loud enough for the other man to hear it.
Nodding at Zidane’s explanation that he was happy to have Ascended, Amun shrugged at the comment about upgrades. ”It’s probably the right time, yes, but I don’t really have any. Just one that makes me invisible to the LongNight monsters, which I imagine you’d be quite interested in.” He glanced at the other man. ”Probably worth asking The Voice if you can get one as well.”
Then the potter slipped a hand into his pocket and pulled out the square he’d taken to carrying with him. ”I did find this recently.” Sliding it on his palm, he told it to create a series of different scars.
Nodding at Zidane’s explanation that he was happy to have Ascended, Amun shrugged at the comment about upgrades. ”It’s probably the right time, yes, but I don’t really have any. Just one that makes me invisible to the LongNight monsters, which I imagine you’d be quite interested in.” He glanced at the other man. ”Probably worth asking The Voice if you can get one as well.”
Then the potter slipped a hand into his pocket and pulled out the square he’d taken to carrying with him. ”I did find this recently.” Sliding it on his palm, he told it to create a series of different scars.
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