my love affair with water runs deep into my soul,
the serenity as intense as the tides ebb and flow
Amun had been staring at his metal, pinching one of the ragged ends and pulling it at an angle. However, his head shot up as Siri revealed who her lantern was for. "Your dad was decapitated?!" Wincing, he shook his head. "My condolences." Eying her as she entered the Sanctuary again, he shifted his gaze to Bastien and raised an eyebrow.
Grinning at her, the potter shook his head. "Unlike my friend Bastien here, I prefer not to torture myself with reminders of my mortal life." He winked at the woman, then inclined his head at the third glass she held. "Fell free to drink my portion. I wouldn't want it to go to waste, especially since it has sentimental value."
Grinning at her, the potter shook his head. "Unlike my friend Bastien here, I prefer not to torture myself with reminders of my mortal life." He winked at the woman, then inclined his head at the third glass she held. "Fell free to drink my portion. I wouldn't want it to go to waste, especially since it has sentimental value."
nothing is softer or more flexible than water,
yet nothing can resist it
AMUN
