my whole life is mine, but whoever says so will deprive me,
for it is infinite.
A faint smirk crossed Amun’s lips at Rexanna’s quip. ”Always.” He nodded in response to her question about snow. ”Yes. Which usually isn’t very far, given that it’s almost constantly snowing.” The joke had a little more life in it than he'd had the whole conversation.
As she revealed that she hadn't been, then went on to say that she'd like too (something he'd suspected given the longing in her voice), he resumed his fruitless efforts with the straw. "Well. As I said I've seen quite a bit of it at this point. So if you'd like an escort, I'd be happy to oblige." Although the basket still didn't take shape, he didn't stop his slow and careful weaving. It gave him a good excuse not to look at her.
As she revealed that she hadn't been, then went on to say that she'd like too (something he'd suspected given the longing in her voice), he resumed his fruitless efforts with the straw. "Well. As I said I've seen quite a bit of it at this point. So if you'd like an escort, I'd be happy to oblige." Although the basket still didn't take shape, he didn't stop his slow and careful weaving. It gave him a good excuse not to look at her.
by being moved I exert my empire,
making the dreams of night real
AMUN
