Said to follow any dream
Be a puppet on a string
Be a puppet on a string
Amun fell silent as Maea started to explain her reluctance to return to the Hollowed Ground. For a while, the only sounds besides the rustle of nature around them were the crunch of his boots on the ground and her voice. Then she finished, and he sighed.
Again, he waited a long while before he finally responded to her. "I understand your concerns. Really, I do. Except for the breathing part, because, well, you know." He glanced down at her briefly before returning his gaze to the horizon once more. "But you can't let fear rule you."
Smiling, he shook his head. "And yes, the Hollowed Ground might be gray and dreary. But...assuming it has to stay that way? That's the real trap. You've got an infinite amount of time to make it any color you want now, and my help to do it." Arching an eyebrow, he tilted his head so he could see how she'd react to that idea.
Again, he waited a long while before he finally responded to her. "I understand your concerns. Really, I do. Except for the breathing part, because, well, you know." He glanced down at her briefly before returning his gaze to the horizon once more. "But you can't let fear rule you."
Smiling, he shook his head. "And yes, the Hollowed Ground might be gray and dreary. But...assuming it has to stay that way? That's the real trap. You've got an infinite amount of time to make it any color you want now, and my help to do it." Arching an eyebrow, he tilted his head so he could see how she'd react to that idea.
Works for you but that isn't me
Amun
