Said to follow any dream
Be a puppet on a string
Be a puppet on a string
When Maea's head came up to rest on Amun's shoulder, he reached up with his uninjured hand to slip it around her shoulders. Zhanshi finally released the potter's ankle. After flying in a circle over her, the landshark dove underground again. Amun snorted as she told him the Voice had brought her back. "Right. Wessex told me. I just hadn't realized..." his words trailed off, but the meaning was clear: he hadn't known the woman in his arms had been resurrected.
Blinking at her question he barked out a laugh. "I'm having the worst and weirdest case of deja vu, because I was trapped in a cave in the Wilds basically just like this." Turning so he could see her better, he frowned. "Do you remember how you ended up here?"
Blinking at her question he barked out a laugh. "I'm having the worst and weirdest case of deja vu, because I was trapped in a cave in the Wilds basically just like this." Turning so he could see her better, he frowned. "Do you remember how you ended up here?"
Works for you but that isn't me
Amun
