if I ever start to think straight
"Huh. Something new then." Grinning, Amun shrugged. "We'll figure it out." He gave Sam's hand another squeeze.
Then the potter tilted his head to one side. "The Blight was the Voice's doing though, a side effect of her reaching the world through us. Wasn't it?" His brow furrowed. "There's probably a cure and reason." Chuckling, he let go of the redhead to slap the other man's upper back. "Maybe the Voice is tinkering with something and this is just a more literal bug than usual."
At the mapmaker's question, Amun brought one hand to either side of his mouth. Pointing his index fingers down, he wiggled them. "You know. Bitey things." Winking at the other man the potter slung an arm over Sam's shoulders.
Of course Amun had to release the redhead as he began stripping. Grinning, the potter nodded. "I can get behind this! And help." He pulled his own shirt off in one fluid motion, exposing the winding bracelets he wore up and down his arms.
The other man's concern caused the potter to smirk. "Don't worry. I got this. I think." The metal on his arms began to move. The ends slithered towards one another, and then towards the stones above the clothing filled barrel. Then they struck. Unfortunately only a few sparks fell, and none were enough to ignite the kindling. Mostly, all he succeeded in doing was chipping the stone.
Then the potter tilted his head to one side. "The Blight was the Voice's doing though, a side effect of her reaching the world through us. Wasn't it?" His brow furrowed. "There's probably a cure and reason." Chuckling, he let go of the redhead to slap the other man's upper back. "Maybe the Voice is tinkering with something and this is just a more literal bug than usual."
At the mapmaker's question, Amun brought one hand to either side of his mouth. Pointing his index fingers down, he wiggled them. "You know. Bitey things." Winking at the other man the potter slung an arm over Sam's shoulders.
Of course Amun had to release the redhead as he began stripping. Grinning, the potter nodded. "I can get behind this! And help." He pulled his own shirt off in one fluid motion, exposing the winding bracelets he wore up and down his arms.
The other man's concern caused the potter to smirk. "Don't worry. I got this. I think." The metal on his arms began to move. The ends slithered towards one another, and then towards the stones above the clothing filled barrel. Then they struck. Unfortunately only a few sparks fell, and none were enough to ignite the kindling. Mostly, all he succeeded in doing was chipping the stone.
this heart will start a riot in me
Amun
