if I ever start to think straight
Frowning down at the muck coating his boots, Amun glared at their surroundings. Despite not being able to smell the stench, he still wrinkled his nose. "No. This is my first time in the Feverlands and, forgive me for hoping it might be my last." He grimaced and shook his head at Maea.
"How about you?" Kneeling down, he examined the two paths. Shrugging at her question, he didn't look up from his inspection. "I always wondered whether that was just Ludo playing another trick on us. What does it get from fetching a spirit, after all?" Finally glancing up at her, he pressed his lips together. "Sorry."
"How about you?" Kneeling down, he examined the two paths. Shrugging at her question, he didn't look up from his inspection. "I always wondered whether that was just Ludo playing another trick on us. What does it get from fetching a spirit, after all?" Finally glancing up at her, he pressed his lips together. "Sorry."
this heart will start a riot in me
Amun
