like tigers in the night, so stealthy

my whole life is mine, but whoever says so will deprive me,

for it is infinite.

Nodding at both Neron and Edwyn as they arrived, Amun stayed where he was. Raising an eyebrow at the Hailstorm's comment and shrugging at the writer's question, the potter turned to face the shrine when the Voice appeared. Beaming at her, he waved hello.

When she explained why she hadn't appeared in person to them, he waved away her apology.  When the goddess asked why they had assembled he found himself responding instinctively. "On." Grimacing, he shook his head instead, before glancing over at Wessex. Pouting a bit, he looked between the Wraith and the Voice, wondering who would explain the situation first.

by being moved I exert my empire,

making the dreams of night real

AMUN