my love affair with water runs deep into my soul,
the serenity as intense as the tides ebb and flow
Humming low in his throat (and sort of hoping it rumbled through to her), Amun rested his head against Maea's. Zhanshi flew from the ground to circle their joined figures and the potter reached up a hand to rub against the landshark's side. "Perhaps one during LongNight and one right at the beginning of Flowerbirth?"
Amun's hand moved from his companion to her head. Patting her, the potter snorted. "I think I can safely promise that if a spirit illusions me into thinking I am dying I will not toss myself into a fire again." Shifting so he could meet her gaze, he arched an eyebrow. "But really, it made me think death was unavoidable. I'd rather go out trying to do something than simply sitting around and waiting for the inevitable." He cocked his head to one side.
"Nope!" Shaking his head at her question, he sighed. "Just another fun story for the campfire."
Amun's hand moved from his companion to her head. Patting her, the potter snorted. "I think I can safely promise that if a spirit illusions me into thinking I am dying I will not toss myself into a fire again." Shifting so he could meet her gaze, he arched an eyebrow. "But really, it made me think death was unavoidable. I'd rather go out trying to do something than simply sitting around and waiting for the inevitable." He cocked his head to one side.
"Nope!" Shaking his head at her question, he sighed. "Just another fun story for the campfire."
nothing is softer or more flexible than water,
yet nothing can resist it
AMUN
