full moon rising on the waters of my soul
Amun had yet to actually sail his new boat. It rubbed him the wrong way, but he'd been busy with other things. Besides, he felt bad, somehow, for enjoying life when Maea was dead. It was getting better, pain easing, but he still felt despondent more times than not. Today was no exception. He'd gone to the port, then stopped just short of boarding his vessel.
Sighing, he turned and walked away again. Spotting some nearby shade, with a man clearly not used to the region, the potter headed over. "Mind if I join you?" He nodded at the spot just next to the stranger. Unlike the other man, the Ascended was dressed only in a pair of shorts, and his skin and posture made him look like a native. Plus, Ascended didn't sweat.
Sighing, he turned and walked away again. Spotting some nearby shade, with a man clearly not used to the region, the potter headed over. "Mind if I join you?" He nodded at the spot just next to the stranger. Unlike the other man, the Ascended was dressed only in a pair of shorts, and his skin and posture made him look like a native. Plus, Ascended didn't sweat.
amun
