full moon rising on the waters of my soul
When Sam asked for confirmation (or maybe clarification) Amun smiled and gave the bookmaker two thumbs up. The potter hesitated, searching the redhead's features to see if the guild master's curse was going to ruin the date or not. He breathed a sigh of relief when the other man took the arm Amun proffered.
Grinning, he began to lead Sam through the streets of the Hollowed Ground. It wasn't that far to their destination, but the potter took the long way there. The weather was thankfully beautiful: although they couldn't really feel the heat, the sky was clear and stars sparkled overhead. A three quarters waning moon illuminated their surroundings, casting the area in a soft glow.
Eventually, though, they arrived at the double doors that led to the Atheneum. Gently extracting himself from the bookmaker, the guild master held one entrance open and gestured for the bookmaker to head inside. Once the redhead did, Amun would let the door swing softly shut behind him, following Sam.
The library had been transformed. Strings of lights had been stretched out between the bookshelves, sparkling merrily. Turning to face the bookmaker, the potter would raise his hands again. Gesturing between the two of them, he would mime walking with two fingers. Then he would make the gesture for opening a book. Pointing at the other man, the guild master would shift into making one of his hands talk.
Grinning, he began to lead Sam through the streets of the Hollowed Ground. It wasn't that far to their destination, but the potter took the long way there. The weather was thankfully beautiful: although they couldn't really feel the heat, the sky was clear and stars sparkled overhead. A three quarters waning moon illuminated their surroundings, casting the area in a soft glow.
Eventually, though, they arrived at the double doors that led to the Atheneum. Gently extracting himself from the bookmaker, the guild master held one entrance open and gestured for the bookmaker to head inside. Once the redhead did, Amun would let the door swing softly shut behind him, following Sam.
The library had been transformed. Strings of lights had been stretched out between the bookshelves, sparkling merrily. Turning to face the bookmaker, the potter would raise his hands again. Gesturing between the two of them, he would mime walking with two fingers. Then he would make the gesture for opening a book. Pointing at the other man, the guild master would shift into making one of his hands talk.
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