if I ever start to think straight
Zhanshi, not deterred by Pittore's reaction, followed the gremlin to Bastien. When the landshark reached the head of the Artist's Sanctuary, the potter's companion circled in the air around the man. Then Zhanshi dropped into Bastien's lap as well.
Although Amun watched, he said nothing. He only spoke when the other man did. "I need things that you can't give me. Let me show you." Stopping for a moment he turned to look at the head of the Artist's Sanctuary. Meeting the other man's gaze, the potter smiled.
Then he resumed his forward march. Eventually he reached an easel. However, he had no paints. Frowning, he pushed past it, knocking it down in the process. Grabbing reds, oranges, yellows, every warm color he could find he returned to the fallen canvas. Pulling the lid off the red, he slipped his hand inside. Then he started slapping it onto the canvas, seemingly at random.
"Do we even have souls?" The words came out in such a quiet whisper that even Amun didn't know if he'd actually said them.
Although Amun watched, he said nothing. He only spoke when the other man did. "I need things that you can't give me. Let me show you." Stopping for a moment he turned to look at the head of the Artist's Sanctuary. Meeting the other man's gaze, the potter smiled.
Then he resumed his forward march. Eventually he reached an easel. However, he had no paints. Frowning, he pushed past it, knocking it down in the process. Grabbing reds, oranges, yellows, every warm color he could find he returned to the fallen canvas. Pulling the lid off the red, he slipped his hand inside. Then he started slapping it onto the canvas, seemingly at random.
"Do we even have souls?" The words came out in such a quiet whisper that even Amun didn't know if he'd actually said them.
this heart will start a riot in me
Amun
