Said to follow any dream
Be a puppet on a string
Be a puppet on a string
For once, Zhanshi didn't try to bite a new acquaintance. Maea's hands were safe: the landshark continued his efforts to try and tunnel through the boulder blocking their path. Amun left his companion to work as the potter continued his inspection of her. Finally, he nodded.
Arching an eyebrow as she sat up, he reached out a hand to steady her. "That isn't exactly what I had in mind when I said sit tight," he scolded. Still, he shook his head at her comment. "You don't need to keep score. We help each other out, now more than ever." Flashing her a smile, he made his way back to the front of the cave. Hoisting up his pickaxe, he began to swing it at the crack in the boulder with all the strength he could muster.
Arching an eyebrow as she sat up, he reached out a hand to steady her. "That isn't exactly what I had in mind when I said sit tight," he scolded. Still, he shook his head at her comment. "You don't need to keep score. We help each other out, now more than ever." Flashing her a smile, he made his way back to the front of the cave. Hoisting up his pickaxe, he began to swing it at the crack in the boulder with all the strength he could muster.
Works for you but that isn't me
Amun
