if I ever start to think straight
Amun pushed his way through the clouds, pulling his cloak tighter as he did. Steering clear of the fire that seemed to be everywhere, he didn't stop at the stalls. Instead, he made his way over to an spot clear of both decorations and people. Reaching into his bag, he pulled out a metal structure of a woman clothed in rags with snowflakes in her hands. It was a rendition of Maea, and he hung it then lit it.
"Would be better if you were here," he told it. Her. Shifting so his back was against the wall, his eyes scanned the crowd. He didn't see anyone he knew (that he wanted to talk to, at least), so he settled in to wait.
"Would be better if you were here," he told it. Her. Shifting so his back was against the wall, his eyes scanned the crowd. He didn't see anyone he knew (that he wanted to talk to, at least), so he settled in to wait.
this heart will start a riot in me
Amun
