full moon rising on the waters of my soul
Amun didn’t move as Zidane went back to half draping himself over the potter. Simply nodding at the other man’s comment, Amun found himself studying the decorations, the blues and bronzes looking quite appealing in the low lighting.
As Zidane asked whether he was a bad Ascended, the potter immediately shook his head. "You're definitely not lost. At least not so lost that you can't be found." He reached out with his left hand to give the other man's hand, the one resting on Amun, a gentle squeeze. "I can guarantee you that The Voice, and the rest of the Ascended, will welcome you with open arms." Strangely enough, his words were softly encouraging.
As Zidane asked whether he was a bad Ascended, the potter immediately shook his head. "You're definitely not lost. At least not so lost that you can't be found." He reached out with his left hand to give the other man's hand, the one resting on Amun, a gentle squeeze. "I can guarantee you that The Voice, and the rest of the Ascended, will welcome you with open arms." Strangely enough, his words were softly encouraging.
amun
