amun
Narrowing his eyes, Amun crossed his arms. "Old gods? No interest in the new ones?" This time, the question came out with a bit of an edge to it, though far less hostile than many of his Ascended kin.
As Quanil began to ramble, the potter checked out a bit, making agreeing noises and humming occasionally to give the semblance that he was paying attention. When the words ceased, he blinked. "Fascinating." His tone indicated that it was anything but. "How can you even tell the age of something by looking at it?" Again he was more than a bit disinterested.
As they actually began to talk about Maea, though, Amun's expression grew sad again. "I understand. The wanting distractions thing." Lowering his arms, he grimaced.
"I don't know how Ludo works. I guess we'll never really know until...you know." He sounded almost bitter about that fact.
As Quanil began to ramble, the potter checked out a bit, making agreeing noises and humming occasionally to give the semblance that he was paying attention. When the words ceased, he blinked. "Fascinating." His tone indicated that it was anything but. "How can you even tell the age of something by looking at it?" Again he was more than a bit disinterested.
As they actually began to talk about Maea, though, Amun's expression grew sad again. "I understand. The wanting distractions thing." Lowering his arms, he grimaced.
"I don't know how Ludo works. I guess we'll never really know until...you know." He sounded almost bitter about that fact.
Thrill me, chill me, fulfill me
