my whole life is mine, but whoever says so will deprive me,
for it is infinite.
Nodding at Bastien's invitation, Amun headed towards the head of the Artist's Sanctuary. Once the potter was close enough, he held out the box for the other man to inspect. "It's not much. I figured you could use it as a toy box. Or for storing whatever else you might need for the baby." Amun's voice was still subdued, and although he smiled again at the wonder of a baby for Rexanna and Bastien, it was clear the potter wasn't in the greatest of spirits.
Still, he was here. And he was doing what he could for his family. Although he wouldn't say he was particularly close with any of them these days (or ever) they were still his kin.
Still, he was here. And he was doing what he could for his family. Although he wouldn't say he was particularly close with any of them these days (or ever) they were still his kin.
by being moved I exert my empire,
making the dreams of night real
AMUN
