amun
At Zariah's slightly biting comment, Amun smirked. His old charms were coming to him more easily the longer the dance of a conversation progressed. "Perhaps. But I've always found that there's little I can do to alleviate other's ignorance of me if they don't truly want to learn or change their ways." The smirk broadened into a grin, one that showed off his fangs. "Besides, you told me it's mostly for Fae children these days and that the adults among them don't bother."
Chuckling at her next statement about the Voice, the potter spread his arms. "What makes you think I don't already have the undying ardor of my goddess?" There was a challenging tone to his question.
Chuckling at her next statement about the Voice, the potter spread his arms. "What makes you think I don't already have the undying ardor of my goddess?" There was a challenging tone to his question.
Thrill me, chill me, fulfill me
