if I ever start to think straight
Amun arched an eyebrow at Maea's confession. Giving her one last hug, he reached up to pat her cheek. "You got pranked by a bunch of mischievous spirits. Nothing more, nothing less." He chuckled at her. "In the future, be polite, don't promise anything, and just try to get out of there as soon as possible, okay?" Winking, he gave her cheek another pat.
Sighing, he shook his head at her continued confusion and distress. Shifting his hands to grip her shoulder, he tried to meet her gaze. "No, the Voice doesn't want you to tear down the shrine at the Temple. It sort of goes against her whole free will shtick. People should be free to pray to who they please. Plus, she is a part of it too. As for the Atheneum, all it needs is a bit of spit and polish, alright?" He cocked his head to one side.
Sighing, he shook his head at her continued confusion and distress. Shifting his hands to grip her shoulder, he tried to meet her gaze. "No, the Voice doesn't want you to tear down the shrine at the Temple. It sort of goes against her whole free will shtick. People should be free to pray to who they please. Plus, she is a part of it too. As for the Atheneum, all it needs is a bit of spit and polish, alright?" He cocked his head to one side.
this heart will start a riot in me
Amun
