full moon rising on the waters of my soul
As Maea squeezed him, Amun gave her a much gentler squeeze back. Then he grinned. "Other way around, actually. I was a sailor long before I was a potter." Still he wasn't bothered by the characterization.
Her question actually took him aback, and he took a moment to consider it, his expression serious. Then he shrugged again, still careful not to jostle her too much. ”I do. Not so much that I’ll run away to it forever, but seeing it again was nice.”
Then his expression grew more playful. "Like I said, I sailed many oceans. The one in Torchline is nice, that's for sure, but there are other seas out there, and I'm sure that some of them will be as cold as that one is warm." He wanted to see them all, as evidenced by the longing in his voice.
Her question actually took him aback, and he took a moment to consider it, his expression serious. Then he shrugged again, still careful not to jostle her too much. ”I do. Not so much that I’ll run away to it forever, but seeing it again was nice.”
Then his expression grew more playful. "Like I said, I sailed many oceans. The one in Torchline is nice, that's for sure, but there are other seas out there, and I'm sure that some of them will be as cold as that one is warm." He wanted to see them all, as evidenced by the longing in his voice.
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