full moon rising on the waters of my soul
Amun narrowed his eyes at Maea. Pouting, he sighed, though he was sure to shoot a wink her way as well. "Everyone's a critic," he teased. As she went on to compliment him, though, he rolled his eyes. "The smiles and witty remarks are also true. It's not my fault I'm more than just a pretty face." He waggled his eyebrows.
Chuckling at Zhanshi, the potter kept up his efforts with the flowers. The landshark brushed against her before diving underground and heading in the direction of the hare that had fled. "Of course I did," Amun responded. "I wasn't going to desecrate it or anything, I just wanted to learn more about the people who built it." Shaking his head, he snorted. "That's when they slammed the door on me."
Chuckling at Zhanshi, the potter kept up his efforts with the flowers. The landshark brushed against her before diving underground and heading in the direction of the hare that had fled. "Of course I did," Amun responded. "I wasn't going to desecrate it or anything, I just wanted to learn more about the people who built it." Shaking his head, he snorted. "That's when they slammed the door on me."
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