if I ever start to think straight
Amun stumbled towards the Artist's Sanctuary. It was only a short distance between his studio and the Sanctuary, but it seemed to have taken forever. In fact, he felt like he'd taken several wrong turns.
Eventually, though, it came into view. Staggering towards it, he slumped against the wall closest to the door. Staring at the door for a while, he raised his hand to knock. It took him a few attempts to hit an actual rhythm as opposed to random knocks.
Then he realized the door was already open. Moving forward, he practically fell into the room, groaning and clutching his head. Zhanshi, who'd been trailing along behind him, entered into the room. Seeing Pittore, the landshark made a beeline for the other companion. "I didn't say anything," the potter rasped.
Eventually, though, it came into view. Staggering towards it, he slumped against the wall closest to the door. Staring at the door for a while, he raised his hand to knock. It took him a few attempts to hit an actual rhythm as opposed to random knocks.
Then he realized the door was already open. Moving forward, he practically fell into the room, groaning and clutching his head. Zhanshi, who'd been trailing along behind him, entered into the room. Seeing Pittore, the landshark made a beeline for the other companion. "I didn't say anything," the potter rasped.
this heart will start a riot in me
Amun
