full moon rising on the waters of my soul
Sighing Amun gave Letha a slightly troubled look. It didn't look quite like it belonged on the normally cheerful and easy-going potter's face. "They don't like her. They and their followers think she has some nefarious plot afoot, and don't like that she and her Ascended are spreading out and expanding their influence across the world."
Shrugging, he chuckled. "I get along fine with everyone. But the old gods are the ones who make the Attuned. So there can be some friction between us and them. The Accepted, well, it depends which gods they follow. Some people have a problem with the Abandoned, since the Voice was one before she rebelled." Again, though he was telling her in as even and neutral a tone as he could manage, it was obvious this wasn't his favorite discussion topic.
Thankfully, watching her joy in exploring his studio was enough to bolster his spirits. Grinning, he headed to the cot. Kneeling down, he pulled out a chest from beneath it. Rummaging through it, he pulled out some clothes, including a black, full-body cloak and gloves.
Standing up, he turned to face her. "No need to apologize. Always nice to meet an admirer." He held out the bundle of clothes for her. "Plus you're family. Feel free to use any of the tools or supplies. And here is some spare clothing for you." They were about the same height, so it should fit her.
Shrugging, he chuckled. "I get along fine with everyone. But the old gods are the ones who make the Attuned. So there can be some friction between us and them. The Accepted, well, it depends which gods they follow. Some people have a problem with the Abandoned, since the Voice was one before she rebelled." Again, though he was telling her in as even and neutral a tone as he could manage, it was obvious this wasn't his favorite discussion topic.
Thankfully, watching her joy in exploring his studio was enough to bolster his spirits. Grinning, he headed to the cot. Kneeling down, he pulled out a chest from beneath it. Rummaging through it, he pulled out some clothes, including a black, full-body cloak and gloves.
Standing up, he turned to face her. "No need to apologize. Always nice to meet an admirer." He held out the bundle of clothes for her. "Plus you're family. Feel free to use any of the tools or supplies. And here is some spare clothing for you." They were about the same height, so it should fit her.
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