Amun picked his way through the woods, hands full of buckets laden with clay. Despite the ache that gnawed at his heart, life went on; all his running hadn't helped, so he'd tried to return to whatever sense of normalcy he could find. Zhanshi tunneled at his feet, occasionally darting out to nibble on this or that.
The sound of cloth scraping across rock caught his ears. Hesitating, he closed his eyes and sent a silent prayer up to anyone that might be listening. Then he pivoted and headed in the direction he'd heard the noise. The leaves that had just started falling crunched underfoot.
Pushing past the trees, he blinked when he almost literally stumbled upon a stranger. Catching himself, he stopped moving except for his eyes, which examined the unknown figure. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to intrude upon your grief." He inclined his head to them.
The sound of cloth scraping across rock caught his ears. Hesitating, he closed his eyes and sent a silent prayer up to anyone that might be listening. Then he pivoted and headed in the direction he'd heard the noise. The leaves that had just started falling crunched underfoot.
Pushing past the trees, he blinked when he almost literally stumbled upon a stranger. Catching himself, he stopped moving except for his eyes, which examined the unknown figure. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to intrude upon your grief." He inclined his head to them.
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