my love affair with water runs deep into my soul,
the serenity as intense as the tides ebb and flow
Grinning at Siri's compliment, Amun nodded. His fingers continued to sew cloths into the doll, though his eyes were straying around the Sanctuary looking for something suitable. "Mean hand of what?" he asked even as he set the fabric down and picked up some wood.
When she asked afterWessex, though, the potter just raised his eyebrows at the visitor. "Available. Go find out for yourself." Winking at Siri, he grabbed some white paint and began working on the doll's face.
Snorting, he shrugged. "They can do as they like. Doesn't really matter to me one way or another. I was just curious about your thought process." He applied the coating to the wood before setting it aside to dry. Smiling at her comment about not being a performer, he shook his head. "Everyone's got a performance in them. I wouldn't sell yourself short just yet.
When she asked after
Snorting, he shrugged. "They can do as they like. Doesn't really matter to me one way or another. I was just curious about your thought process." He applied the coating to the wood before setting it aside to dry. Smiling at her comment about not being a performer, he shook his head. "Everyone's got a performance in them. I wouldn't sell yourself short just yet.
nothing is softer or more flexible than water,
yet nothing can resist it
AMUN
