my love affair with water runs deep into my soul,
the serenity as intense as the tides ebb and flow
As Sam approached, Amun gave the bookmaker a friendly smile. "Sam! Thanks for coming." Turning to face the stranger, the potter raised his eyebrows at the explanation. The unknown man was quite vibrant, and even in the dark the colors popped. "Made from scratch? Good for you."
There was something subdued about Amun, though neither Sam or Osozo knew the potter well enough to notice. "It's nice to meet you Osozo. I'm Amun." He nodded at the colorful looking man.
Then Amun gestured towards the geysers in the distance. "I've been tasked with collecting some water from the geysers." Rummaging in his pack, he held out an empty jar with a lid for each of them. Assuming they took them, he'd take out one of his one, open it, and march (carefully) towards the nearest geyser.
There was something subdued about Amun, though neither Sam or Osozo knew the potter well enough to notice. "It's nice to meet you Osozo. I'm Amun." He nodded at the colorful looking man.
Then Amun gestured towards the geysers in the distance. "I've been tasked with collecting some water from the geysers." Rummaging in his pack, he held out an empty jar with a lid for each of them. Assuming they took them, he'd take out one of his one, open it, and march (carefully) towards the nearest geyser.
nothing is softer or more flexible than water,
yet nothing can resist it
AMUN
