my love affair with water runs deep into my soul,
the serenity as intense as the tides ebb and flow
Amun had honestly been pissed when the Fae hadn’t lifted their ban for their little party. Considering he hadn’t participated in the blight and hadn’t actually attacked the Mathair, he was more than a bit annoyed to be barred from the Greatwood. It also rankled that he'd gone through the effort of fulfilling that stupid legend.
All in all, he was feeling a bit rebellious. So it had been easy enough to make plans to meet Wessex at the outskirts, figuring they might be able to use her teleportation to get in, cause a little well deserved chaos for the Fae, and get out. Indeed, they had similar feelings about this, it seemed. The bag of gems that he'd acquired from Adam in exchange for pottery was clutched in one hand.
When she asked if the potter if he was ready, he reached out with the other hand to take hers rather than answer mentally or verbally. Then came the strange feeling of being teleported. When they arrived, he was slightly disoriented, but crouched in the brush and behind the tree. Sure thing, Princess. Here, have some gems. Some of them are glass, but I figure you don't care. With that, he held out his bag for her.
Loathe to let go entirely, knowing they could get discovered at any moment, he linked their elbows together so he could hopefully pluck the candle from his hand. Assuming she took the bag and he was able to grab her gift, he'd shift to holding her hand once more. How long do we have to wait before you can do you teleport thing? As they hid, he kept his eyes and ears peeled for any sign of the Fae.
Gems acquired in Make a Mess {SE}
All in all, he was feeling a bit rebellious. So it had been easy enough to make plans to meet Wessex at the outskirts, figuring they might be able to use her teleportation to get in, cause a little well deserved chaos for the Fae, and get out. Indeed, they had similar feelings about this, it seemed. The bag of gems that he'd acquired from Adam in exchange for pottery was clutched in one hand.
When she asked if the potter if he was ready, he reached out with the other hand to take hers rather than answer mentally or verbally. Then came the strange feeling of being teleported. When they arrived, he was slightly disoriented, but crouched in the brush and behind the tree. Sure thing, Princess. Here, have some gems. Some of them are glass, but I figure you don't care. With that, he held out his bag for her.
Loathe to let go entirely, knowing they could get discovered at any moment, he linked their elbows together so he could hopefully pluck the candle from his hand. Assuming she took the bag and he was able to grab her gift, he'd shift to holding her hand once more. How long do we have to wait before you can do you teleport thing? As they hid, he kept his eyes and ears peeled for any sign of the Fae.
Gems acquired in Make a Mess {SE}
nothing is softer or more flexible than water,
yet nothing can resist it
AMUN
