full moon rising on the waters of my soul
Amun let out a chuckle at Lilliane's reluctant acceptance of Zhanshi's presence. Waving a hand in the hand, the potter shrugged. "He might nibble, but he hasn't taken a chunk out of someone in ages. Promise." He crossed his heart as he made that not particularly comforting reassurance.
Inspection complete, the landshark dove back into the ground. He made a circle at the Ascended's feet, the companion's passage marked by furrows in the ground. "Just one? I think you'll learn it's a pinch soon enough. Or maybe it's a dash? I don't know, I don't cook." He grinned at her.
Shading his eyes, he nodded at her question. "Less them, more their feathers. I'm looking for new materials to make dyes with, and ramphires seemed like a likely candidate." He glanced over at her to see how she'd take that information. Of course he couldn't resist adding, "Granted, you met me in Torchline, so who knows what dastardly plots I'm brewing for those poor innocent critters."
Inspection complete, the landshark dove back into the ground. He made a circle at the Ascended's feet, the companion's passage marked by furrows in the ground. "Just one? I think you'll learn it's a pinch soon enough. Or maybe it's a dash? I don't know, I don't cook." He grinned at her.
Shading his eyes, he nodded at her question. "Less them, more their feathers. I'm looking for new materials to make dyes with, and ramphires seemed like a likely candidate." He glanced over at her to see how she'd take that information. Of course he couldn't resist adding, "Granted, you met me in Torchline, so who knows what dastardly plots I'm brewing for those poor innocent critters."
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