my love affair with water runs deep into my soul,
the serenity as intense as the tides ebb and flow
The words halted Amun in his tracks. Turning, he stared at Oliver. The Ascended wasn’t even breathing. "I'd hardly call it artwork." The words carried a dangerous edge. "And I don't want a reminder of the fact that I can't do anything."
Facing forward again, he stood in the doorway. "Get rid of it. You can burn it, for all I care." With that, he walked forward again, fully exiting the Sanctuary. The heat and light outside mocked him almost as much as the blank easels and unworked clay did. Frowning slightly, he tucked the basket more fully in the crook of his arm. Then he walked away.
Facing forward again, he stood in the doorway. "Get rid of it. You can burn it, for all I care." With that, he walked forward again, fully exiting the Sanctuary. The heat and light outside mocked him almost as much as the blank easels and unworked clay did. Frowning slightly, he tucked the basket more fully in the crook of his arm. Then he walked away.
nothing is softer or more flexible than water,
yet nothing can resist it
AMUN
