amun
Amun wandered through the streets of the Hollowed Ground, lethargic and slow in the daylight. Stopping every now and then to stare at a passerby, he would eventually rouse himself. Zhanshi was circling at the potter's feet, nipping every once in a while. Growling in annoyance, he stopped to glare at a barrel that looked at him funny. "What?" he demanded.
Scowling, he moved on. The familiar sight of Oliver's shop drew his attention. Picking up the pace a little, Amun entered and immediately stopped. Shaking his head a bit, his vision zeroed in on the blacksmith's jugular. "Hey, Ollie," the potter rasped. Licking his lips, he started stepping forward. "Did you make that blanket yourself? Looks cozy. Who do you think thought of blankets anyway?"
However, before he could reach the other man the Ascended's eye was caught by the fire. Grinning, he reached out a hand to it. "Pretty. Where have you been all my life?"
Scowling, he moved on. The familiar sight of Oliver's shop drew his attention. Picking up the pace a little, Amun entered and immediately stopped. Shaking his head a bit, his vision zeroed in on the blacksmith's jugular. "Hey, Ollie," the potter rasped. Licking his lips, he started stepping forward. "Did you make that blanket yourself? Looks cozy. Who do you think thought of blankets anyway?"
However, before he could reach the other man the Ascended's eye was caught by the fire. Grinning, he reached out a hand to it. "Pretty. Where have you been all my life?"
Thrill me, chill me, fulfill me
