full moon rising on the waters of my soul
Halo. The name meant nothing to Amun, though clearly The Voice knew about it. ”Halo, huh? Anything I should know about it before I become your feet and eyes? Anything to look out for in particular?” Whether or not Wessex was able to convince the Fae to let them through, the potter would find his way to the portal. Indeed, the eagerness in his eyes and his voice was apparent. Still, he wouldn’t be a very good instrument of the Goddess’ will if she didn’t really make him privy to her plans. However, he knew he hadn’t exactly earned that right or her trust. Still, he was going to ask. And he would earn it eventually. Although he wasn't a fighter, he had other talents she could draw upon.
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