full moon rising on the waters of my soul
Amun tilted his head at Maea. "Wait, really? That must be some sort of record for shortest marriage." Chuckling, he shook his head. "Not exactly helping his case there, is he?" The potter's voice was almost mocking at this point.
"Well, I'm going to venture out on a limb here and assume you haven't exactly been putting yourself out there, or going where you might find eligible men. Or women, if that's also your thing." Though he was still teasing, there was no malice or animosity behind it. Leaning towards her, he dropped his voice to a conspiratorial whisper. "Also, I don't know if you heard, but you can be the one to express interest. Novel, I know." He winked at her.
"Well, I'm going to venture out on a limb here and assume you haven't exactly been putting yourself out there, or going where you might find eligible men. Or women, if that's also your thing." Though he was still teasing, there was no malice or animosity behind it. Leaning towards her, he dropped his voice to a conspiratorial whisper. "Also, I don't know if you heard, but you can be the one to express interest. Novel, I know." He winked at her.
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