full moon rising on the waters of my soul
The laughter still lingered as Maea realized she'd misconstrued Amun's comment. Holding her, he let out another guffaw as she threatened to stalk him in her guise as an old lady. "Oh no, the horror!" he quipped.
As she asked about his hand, he shrugged. Reaching up to reposition the flower crown he'd made for himself, he sighed. "Slightly before. I was injured initially when the ice wall shattered at the Festival. It was damaged, but maybe salvageable." He grimaced. "But it got hit by some falling masonry in the Temple, yes. That was the final straw."
Leaning back, he shook his head. "I guess that's why the whole Stormbreak incident bothers me so much, since it mirrored what Ronin did to the Temple, yet he's still a good guy somehow." He looked down and picked at some grass.
As she asked about his hand, he shrugged. Reaching up to reposition the flower crown he'd made for himself, he sighed. "Slightly before. I was injured initially when the ice wall shattered at the Festival. It was damaged, but maybe salvageable." He grimaced. "But it got hit by some falling masonry in the Temple, yes. That was the final straw."
Leaning back, he shook his head. "I guess that's why the whole Stormbreak incident bothers me so much, since it mirrored what Ronin did to the Temple, yet he's still a good guy somehow." He looked down and picked at some grass.
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