if I ever start to think straight
Amun barked out a laugh at Maea's observation. "Perhaps so. In my experience, old women tend to gossip even more when they have an audience. But I'm less familiar with hunters. Well, gossiping with them." Winking, he bumped her shoulder with his.
Grimacing, he scratched his chin. "I just don't like the feeling that I have to skulk about. I know that it's the right thing to do and that avoiding conflict until I can't anymore is the best approach right now but...it doesn't feel great."
He pressed his lips together. "I just want to be able to walk somewhere and not worry someone will take a swing at me. I know, I know, I brought it on myself." He headed down the path, using his walking stick to prod the less than solid ground. When he came to a particularly squelchy section, he stepped over or around it.
Grimacing, he scratched his chin. "I just don't like the feeling that I have to skulk about. I know that it's the right thing to do and that avoiding conflict until I can't anymore is the best approach right now but...it doesn't feel great."
He pressed his lips together. "I just want to be able to walk somewhere and not worry someone will take a swing at me. I know, I know, I brought it on myself." He headed down the path, using his walking stick to prod the less than solid ground. When he came to a particularly squelchy section, he stepped over or around it.
this heart will start a riot in me
Amun
