Said to follow any dream
Be a puppet on a string
Be a puppet on a string
Eying Wessex as she revealed that the fight had been brutal, Amun frowned. His gaze swept over her looking for obvious signs of damage but nothing jumped out at him. "What happened after I left?" Sighing, he scratched his chin.
"I talked to Isla and it seems like she's got it as under control, at least, as much as she can." Grimacing, he twisted his gauntlet around his forearm. "I'm going to lay low too. Use my cloth to alter my appearance outside the Ground."
Arching an eyebrow as she brought up the dragon, he snorted. "No I did not. And better you than me." Rolling his shoulders, he cocked his head to one side. "Well, since you won't be around as much, it was alarmingly obvious that I wasn't much use in that fight, as ill-advised as it might've been. So I was wondering if you'd want to put me through my paces." He flicked a finger at the metal he wore then rested his hand on the hilt of his cutlass.
"I talked to Isla and it seems like she's got it as under control, at least, as much as she can." Grimacing, he twisted his gauntlet around his forearm. "I'm going to lay low too. Use my cloth to alter my appearance outside the Ground."
Arching an eyebrow as she brought up the dragon, he snorted. "No I did not. And better you than me." Rolling his shoulders, he cocked his head to one side. "Well, since you won't be around as much, it was alarmingly obvious that I wasn't much use in that fight, as ill-advised as it might've been. So I was wondering if you'd want to put me through my paces." He flicked a finger at the metal he wore then rested his hand on the hilt of his cutlass.
Works for you but that isn't me
Amun
