my love affair with water runs deep into my soul,
the serenity as intense as the tides ebb and flow
Watching the flock as it regrouped in the distance, Amun took a few steps in the opposite direction. This put him closer to Maeve. Running a hand over his face, he bent down and basically shoved Zhanshi into the sand. The landshark nibbled on the potter's fingers before tunneling over to the Nightshade.
Taking a deep breath, the Ascended straightened up. He held out his hands, palms out, towards her. "I'm sorry for overreacting. I had a bad experience with fire recently and I didn't know how your weapon worked. I just saw flames. That and the Hels had already startled me, so when I saw it in action I panicked." He inclined his head to her, even as she turned to depart. "Any way we can move past a terrible first impression?" Gaze flicking between her and the dragonling, Amun arched an eyebrow.
Taking a deep breath, the Ascended straightened up. He held out his hands, palms out, towards her. "I'm sorry for overreacting. I had a bad experience with fire recently and I didn't know how your weapon worked. I just saw flames. That and the Hels had already startled me, so when I saw it in action I panicked." He inclined his head to her, even as she turned to depart. "Any way we can move past a terrible first impression?" Gaze flicking between her and the dragonling, Amun arched an eyebrow.
nothing is softer or more flexible than water,
yet nothing can resist it
AMUN
