amun
Again, Amun found himself entirely perplexed by Quanil's questions about Sunjata. "Why are you sure the name he'd pick would have a v? I know that's what he called the bar, but his griffin's name doesn't have a v." The potter shrugged, not particularly interested in the answer one way or another.
Letting them get through their latest series of questions, he hesitated for a brief moment at the end of it. Then he patted them gently and maybe a bit gingerly on the shoulder. "Why don't we both ask him? I'm sure he won't mind." Actually, he was sure of no such thing but it seemed like the right thing to say at the time.
Letting them get through their latest series of questions, he hesitated for a brief moment at the end of it. Then he patted them gently and maybe a bit gingerly on the shoulder. "Why don't we both ask him? I'm sure he won't mind." Actually, he was sure of no such thing but it seemed like the right thing to say at the time.
Thrill me, chill me, fulfill me
