my love affair with water runs deep into my soul,
the serenity as intense as the tides ebb and flow
At the sound of the other man's voice, Amun straightened up. He'd been crouched to pick up another clump of clay. Holding it in one hand, basket tucked into the crook of his other arm, he turned to face the stranger. "What does it look like I'm doing?" The potter's voice was teasing and bemused, and he held up the clay a little higher before depositing it in the basket.
With that, he walked closer to the other man. As he did, the Ascended's eyes raked down the stranger's body, having no trouble seeing in the dark. "I haven't seen you around before." Amun cocked his head to one side. "What brings you to the Oasis at this hour? Looking for something. Or someone?" There was a flirtatious edge to that last word.
With that, he walked closer to the other man. As he did, the Ascended's eyes raked down the stranger's body, having no trouble seeing in the dark. "I haven't seen you around before." Amun cocked his head to one side. "What brings you to the Oasis at this hour? Looking for something. Or someone?" There was a flirtatious edge to that last word.
nothing is softer or more flexible than water,
yet nothing can resist it
AMUN
