Hemin
If you forget to breathe...
When the landshark resurfaced, despite his previous reprimand, Hemin still felt the urge to reach after it and grab it by it's dusty tail. "You're still making excuses for your greatness, Amun! Besides, if I'm lucky, the Voice won't give me something lame like an extra long nose, or something." As the shark disappeared, Hemin frowned. Lame.
"Zhanshi's the name? Zhanshi! C'mere boy." Hemin tried to coax the shark out from under the ground, but to no avail. He thought about stomping on the earth to get it's attention, but fearing an electric shock or metal to the groin from Amun, he decided otherwise.
"All I'm saying, is I don't see you the type to tie yourself to a lesser being. You wouldn't consider that pup part family would you? I wouldn't. I don't think the Voice would want us to, either." Hemin followed behind Amun, walking forward while at the same time trying to trace Zhanshi's route underground. The promise of a workstation then grabbed his attention more fully and Hemin leaped to survey the guild's interior.
"You'd give me a workstation? Just like that? You're so cool, Amun! I mean, not that I need to remind you." Hemin dashed past the guildmaster and into the industrious guildspace, scanning the room for a space that would suit him.
"How bout a station far from a furnace? I wouldn't want the wax on my mounts to melt." He asked with a wide grin, almost forgetting the reason he had visited the guild in the first place.
"Zhanshi's the name? Zhanshi! C'mere boy." Hemin tried to coax the shark out from under the ground, but to no avail. He thought about stomping on the earth to get it's attention, but fearing an electric shock or metal to the groin from Amun, he decided otherwise.
"All I'm saying, is I don't see you the type to tie yourself to a lesser being. You wouldn't consider that pup part family would you? I wouldn't. I don't think the Voice would want us to, either." Hemin followed behind Amun, walking forward while at the same time trying to trace Zhanshi's route underground. The promise of a workstation then grabbed his attention more fully and Hemin leaped to survey the guild's interior.
"You'd give me a workstation? Just like that? You're so cool, Amun! I mean, not that I need to remind you." Hemin dashed past the guildmaster and into the industrious guildspace, scanning the room for a space that would suit him.
"How bout a station far from a furnace? I wouldn't want the wax on my mounts to melt." He asked with a wide grin, almost forgetting the reason he had visited the guild in the first place.
I may not be there to remind you.
