amun
Amun had not at all been expecting to see Quanil again for a long time, let alone just after he had left them. So when they ran up, he turned to face them. His expression was honestly shocked.
Standing up, he gingerly took the conch shell from them. Slipping it into a pocket, he nodded "Thank you." His voice was quiet, but grateful. "I appreciate it. And I'll let you know." For once, the potter was basically at a loss for words.
For a long moment, he was silent. Turning to stare at the horizon again, he finally knelt in the sand. Making sure they were above the tide line, he started scraping some sand into a small mound. Reaching out, he grabbed a piece of driftwood. Standing up, he brushed off his hands. "It's not much, but it's a marker. Maybe we can make something more permanent later."
Standing up, he gingerly took the conch shell from them. Slipping it into a pocket, he nodded "Thank you." His voice was quiet, but grateful. "I appreciate it. And I'll let you know." For once, the potter was basically at a loss for words.
For a long moment, he was silent. Turning to stare at the horizon again, he finally knelt in the sand. Making sure they were above the tide line, he started scraping some sand into a small mound. Reaching out, he grabbed a piece of driftwood. Standing up, he brushed off his hands. "It's not much, but it's a marker. Maybe we can make something more permanent later."
Thrill me, chill me, fulfill me
