full moon rising on the waters of my soul
Very little actually registered on Amun's nose as sweet or pleasurable. Therefore, on his latest trip to Torchline, the scent had managed to entice him. He'd followed it to the edge of the region, hesitating only slightly before entering into the jungle that lurked beyond. Zhanshi circled at the potter's feet, the little landshark as always not far from the Ascended's side.
Eventually, Amun found his way into the small clearing. Seeing Frey there brought the Ascended up short; the god had a familiar looking red hair and pale skin. His eyes swept over the god and he found himself grinning despite himself.
Taking a moment to eye the tables, he slid into an empty chair at an empty table. Nodding at Sunjata, Nate, and Azrael, the potter tilted his chair back until it was balanced on the back to legs. Whistling under his breath, he waited for whatever festivity this was to begin.
Eventually, Amun found his way into the small clearing. Seeing Frey there brought the Ascended up short; the god had a familiar looking red hair and pale skin. His eyes swept over the god and he found himself grinning despite himself.
Taking a moment to eye the tables, he slid into an empty chair at an empty table. Nodding at Sunjata, Nate, and Azrael, the potter tilted his chair back until it was balanced on the back to legs. Whistling under his breath, he waited for whatever festivity this was to begin.
amun
