full moon rising on the waters of my soul
Lately, Amun had been less than friendly and fun-loving. Indeed, he'd practically thrown himself into his work. There was a pack on his back with a series of commissioned pieces. The Bone Bridge was a shortcut to his latest destination, so he cut across it, not quite paying attention to where he was heading.
However, when he spotted someone unfamiliar, he slowed and finally came to a spot. Giving the woman a quick once over, the potter placed a hand on the hilt of the cutlass on his hip. "Hello there. I don't think we've met. I would've remembered you." Even if his lingering sorrow, he did his best to be charming.
However, when he spotted someone unfamiliar, he slowed and finally came to a spot. Giving the woman a quick once over, the potter placed a hand on the hilt of the cutlass on his hip. "Hello there. I don't think we've met. I would've remembered you." Even if his lingering sorrow, he did his best to be charming.
amun
