amun
As Maea sang the last verse, Amun tripped a bit over the unknown words, singing nonsense syllables instead. When she laughed, he chuckled right along with her, fully delighted. "So you started me off with one of the simple ones, huh?" Voice teasing, he reached out to ruffle her hair.
That done, he turned to open the kiln again. The glaze had baked by then, so he wrapped his hands in cloths and took the amphorae out. Nudging the kiln closed with an elbow, he carefully carried the project over to a shelf. "It's done. But it's also hot, so don't touch it for a while." Obviously it didn't bother him, but the warning was genuine for her.
That done, he turned to open the kiln again. The glaze had baked by then, so he wrapped his hands in cloths and took the amphorae out. Nudging the kiln closed with an elbow, he carefully carried the project over to a shelf. "It's done. But it's also hot, so don't touch it for a while." Obviously it didn't bother him, but the warning was genuine for her.
Thrill me, chill me, fulfill me
