I want to bring my fear, loathing, and delusions to a pourI want to tip panic and reason into my god-fearing mouth
After their last encounter, it's a surprise to receive anything from Amun, even something as simple as a note. Nate almost considered simply ignoring the missive, assuming all the bridges between them burned, but curiosity kept him from tossing it, drove him to read over the words. Good thing too, because he hadn't realized anything had happened to the shrine, and it would make his own task from the Voice far more difficult to have to go elsewhere.
Without knowing the extent of the damage, Nate wasn't sure how to prepare, what to bring, and settled for less, rather than more. A few tools, tucked into a bag, hefted over his shoulder, and Pemota trailing over his shoulder, pleased to be coming along to help.
"Amun." It was the only thing Nate offered in greeting as he walked up, crossed his arms. There was more that he would love to say, spiteful things, but he truly couldn't summon the energy to start another fight, at least not at the beginning of this. Some part of him had hoped that maybe, enough had happened to cool his frustration, but apparently, that wasn't the case.
His own feelings didn't stop his starwhal's curiosity though, Pemota swooping low to investigate Zhanshi, a trilling cry and crackle of electricity following in her wake.
Without knowing the extent of the damage, Nate wasn't sure how to prepare, what to bring, and settled for less, rather than more. A few tools, tucked into a bag, hefted over his shoulder, and Pemota trailing over his shoulder, pleased to be coming along to help.
"Amun." It was the only thing Nate offered in greeting as he walked up, crossed his arms. There was more that he would love to say, spiteful things, but he truly couldn't summon the energy to start another fight, at least not at the beginning of this. Some part of him had hoped that maybe, enough had happened to cool his frustration, but apparently, that wasn't the case.
His own feelings didn't stop his starwhal's curiosity though, Pemota swooping low to investigate Zhanshi, a trilling cry and crackle of electricity following in her wake.
NATE
