full moon rising on the waters of my soul
Scoffing, Amun crossed his arms again. "What did the Voice ask you to do that you weren't willing to do? And what did she do to you when you refused?" Pressing his lips together, he stared directly at Sam. "And when you Ascended, weren't you told there was no going back? What the cost would be?" The potter shook his head slightly.
Smirking again, he shrugged. "Suit yourself." When the redhead asked to make a plate, Amun raised an eyebrow. "A plate? No. If we're going to do this, we're going to do this right." He chuckled, then gestured for the other man to take a seat on one of the stools by the workstation.
As the other Ascended did, the potter pulled out a bucket of water and took down some unworked clay. "We're going to make a vase. But we'll start with the basics of all pottery." He nodded at the water. "Dry clay is impossible to work. So wet your hands and the clay to start." Settling onto his own stool right next to Sam, the potter leaned forward to watch the redhead work.
Smirking again, he shrugged. "Suit yourself." When the redhead asked to make a plate, Amun raised an eyebrow. "A plate? No. If we're going to do this, we're going to do this right." He chuckled, then gestured for the other man to take a seat on one of the stools by the workstation.
As the other Ascended did, the potter pulled out a bucket of water and took down some unworked clay. "We're going to make a vase. But we'll start with the basics of all pottery." He nodded at the water. "Dry clay is impossible to work. So wet your hands and the clay to start." Settling onto his own stool right next to Sam, the potter leaned forward to watch the redhead work.
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