Said to follow any dream
Be a puppet on a string
Be a puppet on a string
As Maea commented on how strange it appeared when he walked through solid rock, Amun glanced at the boulder in question. Zhanshi nibbled the toe of the potter's boot as he shrugged and faced her again. "I'll have to take your word for it," he responded with a laugh.
Narrowing his eyes at her, he turned his palms and gestured for her to step closer. "I was reaching a new equilibrium and recovering from the shock of pleasure, not staggering from depletion. Even if I was, I am stronger and faster than you, so we will get back to the nearest shrine to the Voice more quickly if I carry you. Which I'm going to do no matter how much you protest." Pausing, he cocked his head to one side. "So I think what you meant to say was, 'Thank the gods for your help, Amun.'" He waggled his eyebrows at her.
Narrowing his eyes at her, he turned his palms and gestured for her to step closer. "I was reaching a new equilibrium and recovering from the shock of pleasure, not staggering from depletion. Even if I was, I am stronger and faster than you, so we will get back to the nearest shrine to the Voice more quickly if I carry you. Which I'm going to do no matter how much you protest." Pausing, he cocked his head to one side. "So I think what you meant to say was, 'Thank the gods for your help, Amun.'" He waggled his eyebrows at her.
Works for you but that isn't me
Amun
