my love affair with water runs deep into my soul,
the serenity as intense as the tides ebb and flow
Amun didn't get an answer to his question. Not asking another, he just shrugged at Siri's own inquiry. Gesturing at Bastien, the potter nodded. "What he said." He pulled another strand of metal from the figure in his hands, which was now a woman clad in rags and a hooded robe.
At the mention of a room where physical sensations could be restored, his head snapped up. Jaw dropping, he blinked at the artist. "Wait, really? Where?" Amun leaned towards Bastien, eyes intent on the artist.
However, the potter glanced towards the woman when she asked about fun activities. Chuckling, he winked at her. "He's being modest. We've got a tavern, same as anywhere else. And this one throws the best party ever." He elbowed Bastien in the ribs. "We have music and dancing and drinks, all the works really."
At the mention of a room where physical sensations could be restored, his head snapped up. Jaw dropping, he blinked at the artist. "Wait, really? Where?" Amun leaned towards Bastien, eyes intent on the artist.
However, the potter glanced towards the woman when she asked about fun activities. Chuckling, he winked at her. "He's being modest. We've got a tavern, same as anywhere else. And this one throws the best party ever." He elbowed Bastien in the ribs. "We have music and dancing and drinks, all the works really."
nothing is softer or more flexible than water,
yet nothing can resist it
AMUN
