full moon rising on the waters of my soul
At the stranger's question, Amun just raised his eyebrows. Then he nodded slowly. "Yes I would." It came out quietly, without any of the teasing bravado he usually displayed.
Thankfully, it didn't come to that. The other man agreed to let the potter stay. Giving the stranger a grateful nod, the Ascended entered the shade as well. Turning to face the ships, he watched his Night Galleon for a while. The ship was still untested, as proven by its rather pristine exterior.
Then his eyes wandered over to the rest of the ships in the harbor. Watched them come and go, the sailors shouting orders and loading and unloading crates from them. It was a familiar scene, one from his old life, but it brought him no joy.
Thankfully, it didn't come to that. The other man agreed to let the potter stay. Giving the stranger a grateful nod, the Ascended entered the shade as well. Turning to face the ships, he watched his Night Galleon for a while. The ship was still untested, as proven by its rather pristine exterior.
Then his eyes wandered over to the rest of the ships in the harbor. Watched them come and go, the sailors shouting orders and loading and unloading crates from them. It was a familiar scene, one from his old life, but it brought him no joy.
amun
