my love affair with water runs deep into my soul,
the serenity as intense as the tides ebb and flow
Humming a low note in response to Sunjata's words, Amun doesn't comment further on the subject. Instead, he takes a lap around the inside of the chamber, running his fingers along the shelves. Meeting Zhanshi on the other side, the potter gives his companion a rub before continuing along. Coming to a stop next to the Flood, the Ascended shrugged.
"It's a bit late to be worrying about that now, isn't it?" Letting out a bark of laughter, he leaned over to nudge the demi-god with a shoulder, though given their relative heights it probably hit the other man around the lower arm or chest. "Come on, where's your sense of adventure?" Arching an eyebrow, Amun rested his hands on the lid of the coffin.
"It's a bit late to be worrying about that now, isn't it?" Letting out a bark of laughter, he leaned over to nudge the demi-god with a shoulder, though given their relative heights it probably hit the other man around the lower arm or chest. "Come on, where's your sense of adventure?" Arching an eyebrow, Amun rested his hands on the lid of the coffin.
nothing is softer or more flexible than water,
yet nothing can resist it
AMUN
