my love affair with water runs deep into my soul,
the serenity as intense as the tides ebb and flow
As Sunjata gave his now crooked smile, Amun stood on his tiptoes. Reaching up, he tried to push both ends of the Flood's lips higher. "I think the words you're looking for is dashing and mysterious." The potter winked before releasing the demi-god's face.
The door clanged shut and the Ascended spun to face it. Putting a hand on the other man's elbow, Amun gave it a little squeeze. "Don't freak out. It was probably just a gust, and I have multiple ways of getting us out of here." He tried to guide Sunjata closer to the exit. "What is your smallest shift?"
Then, of course that damned fog and laughter sprang up. The potter glared at the ground. "I am going to have the last laugh, you asshat of a spirit." He kicked at the mist.
The door clanged shut and the Ascended spun to face it. Putting a hand on the other man's elbow, Amun gave it a little squeeze. "Don't freak out. It was probably just a gust, and I have multiple ways of getting us out of here." He tried to guide Sunjata closer to the exit. "What is your smallest shift?"
Then, of course that damned fog and laughter sprang up. The potter glared at the ground. "I am going to have the last laugh, you asshat of a spirit." He kicked at the mist.
nothing is softer or more flexible than water,
yet nothing can resist it
AMUN
