Said to follow any dream
Be a puppet on a string
Be a puppet on a string
As Isla plummeted from above, Amun scampered backwards, actually falling off the rock in his haste. Picking himself up and dusting the dirt from his butt, he holds out a hand for Isla, but she'd already recovered. Zhanshi tunneled over to her and began pulling leaves away from the Remedy. Walking over to the iron, the potter arched an eyebrow.
Glancing up at the tree, he laid his hands on the iron for a moment. Some crampons emerged from it, which he held out to the medic. "Why, making chains, of course." He shot her a grin, but it faded almost as quickly as it came. "So, uh...have you heard about my misadventures?"
Glancing up at the tree, he laid his hands on the iron for a moment. Some crampons emerged from it, which he held out to the medic. "Why, making chains, of course." He shot her a grin, but it faded almost as quickly as it came. "So, uh...have you heard about my misadventures?"
Works for you but that isn't me
Amun
