my love affair with water runs deep into my soul,
the serenity as intense as the tides ebb and flow
Amun narrowed his eyes at Oliver. ”I’ll believe it when I see it.” Unsurprisingly, the potter didn't really believe the other man's sudden change of heart, nor did the Ascended believe Oliver could change in such a drastic way.
Pushing off the wall, Amun stalked forward. There was a basket in the corner of the Sanctuary already, deposited there by another member of the Artist's Santuary. Reaching out, he snatched it with his left hand, then slid it into the crook of his right elbow. "Good luck with your basket and your drawing." He obviously didn't sound very sincere. With that, he began to make his way towards the exit, intending to go literally anywhere else.
Pushing off the wall, Amun stalked forward. There was a basket in the corner of the Sanctuary already, deposited there by another member of the Artist's Santuary. Reaching out, he snatched it with his left hand, then slid it into the crook of his right elbow. "Good luck with your basket and your drawing." He obviously didn't sound very sincere. With that, he began to make his way towards the exit, intending to go literally anywhere else.
nothing is softer or more flexible than water,
yet nothing can resist it
AMUN
