my love affair with water runs deep into my soul,
the serenity as intense as the tides ebb and flow
At Zidane’s open gaping, Amun smirked. ”Close your mouth. If these locals are anything like those in other port towns, the more it looks like we belong, the less likely we are to attract trouble." Despite the warning words, there was just a teasing tone to the potter's statement.
Which was why, when Amun set off, he did so with a confident swagger and one hand on his cutlass. He stopped, now and then, to look at a stall, peruse some merchant's wares. However, each time, he moved on before too long, always without buying something. He ignored the hawking and the calls for him to stop. Instead, he listened to the crowd's rhythms and sounds, and watched for deals of a more clandestine nature. They were easy to spot for someone who'd once grown up on the sea.
Which was why, when Amun set off, he did so with a confident swagger and one hand on his cutlass. He stopped, now and then, to look at a stall, peruse some merchant's wares. However, each time, he moved on before too long, always without buying something. He ignored the hawking and the calls for him to stop. Instead, he listened to the crowd's rhythms and sounds, and watched for deals of a more clandestine nature. They were easy to spot for someone who'd once grown up on the sea.
nothing is softer or more flexible than water,
yet nothing can resist it
AMUN
