full moon rising on the waters of my soul
Amun arched an eyebrow. Smirking at Maea, he tsked at her. "Well, when you put it like that, I sound entirely unreasonable and greedy, don't I? And we both know that couldn't possibly be true." He stuck out his tongue.
Humming a few notes at her confusion, he cocked his head to one side. "I told you, I like the ones with pictures." He chuckled. When she asked to hear something nice about the Voice, though, he narrowed his eyes. "I can do that. Let me think."
He let his gaze drift off to the side as he considered what to tell his sister. Finally, he nodded. "I'm not sure this is exactly what you were asking, but, a few years ago I damaged my hand beyond repair. I got a prosthetic but...it wasn't the same. The Ascended were all gathered for an important ritual, but the Voice still took the time to single me out and restore my missing hand. Beyond that, she promised to help me make a boat for us all." He smiled at the memory.
Humming a few notes at her confusion, he cocked his head to one side. "I told you, I like the ones with pictures." He chuckled. When she asked to hear something nice about the Voice, though, he narrowed his eyes. "I can do that. Let me think."
He let his gaze drift off to the side as he considered what to tell his sister. Finally, he nodded. "I'm not sure this is exactly what you were asking, but, a few years ago I damaged my hand beyond repair. I got a prosthetic but...it wasn't the same. The Ascended were all gathered for an important ritual, but the Voice still took the time to single me out and restore my missing hand. Beyond that, she promised to help me make a boat for us all." He smiled at the memory.
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