amun
"Just Amun." The correction came out automatically. There was no animosity or even a teasing tone behind it. He was too sad to even mock Quanil's distinctively odd speech patterns.
Listening silently as they recounted their meeting with Maea, the potter turned to face the horizon again. Fluid leaked from his eyes again, but he made no move to wipe it away. "Not exactly." He crossed his arms and sighed.
Going completely still, he didn't move or speak for a while. "The sea is important to me. It was barely above a whisper. "I grew up on it, basically, in my world. And I was hoping it would bring me some comfort now."
Listening silently as they recounted their meeting with Maea, the potter turned to face the horizon again. Fluid leaked from his eyes again, but he made no move to wipe it away. "Not exactly." He crossed his arms and sighed.
Going completely still, he didn't move or speak for a while. "The sea is important to me. It was barely above a whisper. "I grew up on it, basically, in my world. And I was hoping it would bring me some comfort now."
Thrill me, chill me, fulfill me
