full moon rising on the waters of my soul
Amun grinned at Lena's response. Following her gaze to the nature that surrounded them, he nodded. "I draw a lot of my inspiration from the natural world, it's true." Settling back into his chair, he arched an eyebrow at her again. "I'm curious to hear what you've learned about how we're all connected."
Taking a deep breath, he let it out with a sigh. "I'm an Outlander," he informed her. "In my old world, I was an immortal, creature of the night, with a close relationship with my god. I suppose, when offered the choice as I came into this world, it just made sense. Was closest to my essence." Smiling, he shrugged. "Since then, she has taken care of me and opened my eyes to some of the beauties and mysteries of the world."
Letting out a chuckle, he waffled a hand in the air. "Depends on how large and intricate it is. A small, unpainted piece, I can shape and fire in a couple hours. Something more complicated might take me a day to create the base, and then a few more days to glaze it." Sliding his fingers together, he scooted his chair closer to the table. "I'm well aware how unruly young creatures can be. Do you care for your creatures mental and emotional needs, or just their physical ailments?" At that moment, Zhanshi chose to return from where he'd been basking in Frey's glow, as if summoned by the potter's comment. The landshark launched from the ground to land in the Ascended's lap.
"This is Zhanshi. He'd like to meet you, but I probably don't have to warn you that he might try to have a taste. Just like your hatchlings." Holding up his companion, Amun waved a finger at Zhanshi. "No biting." The landshark nibbled on the potter's finger before flying over to make a small circle around the Caretaker.
Tilting his head to one side, he waved a hand in the air. "We've only just started seeing each other. So while I'm excited for where it might go, I'm trying not to get too excited." Sighing, he leaned forward. "So is there anyone you fancy?"
Taking a deep breath, he let it out with a sigh. "I'm an Outlander," he informed her. "In my old world, I was an immortal, creature of the night, with a close relationship with my god. I suppose, when offered the choice as I came into this world, it just made sense. Was closest to my essence." Smiling, he shrugged. "Since then, she has taken care of me and opened my eyes to some of the beauties and mysteries of the world."
Letting out a chuckle, he waffled a hand in the air. "Depends on how large and intricate it is. A small, unpainted piece, I can shape and fire in a couple hours. Something more complicated might take me a day to create the base, and then a few more days to glaze it." Sliding his fingers together, he scooted his chair closer to the table. "I'm well aware how unruly young creatures can be. Do you care for your creatures mental and emotional needs, or just their physical ailments?" At that moment, Zhanshi chose to return from where he'd been basking in Frey's glow, as if summoned by the potter's comment. The landshark launched from the ground to land in the Ascended's lap.
"This is Zhanshi. He'd like to meet you, but I probably don't have to warn you that he might try to have a taste. Just like your hatchlings." Holding up his companion, Amun waved a finger at Zhanshi. "No biting." The landshark nibbled on the potter's finger before flying over to make a small circle around the Caretaker.
Tilting his head to one side, he waved a hand in the air. "We've only just started seeing each other. So while I'm excited for where it might go, I'm trying not to get too excited." Sighing, he leaned forward. "So is there anyone you fancy?"
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