amun
As the stranger spoke about a wish that would bring people back, Amun pressed his lips together. The normally kind and laughing potter's features were twisted into an angry and ugly mask. "Got any wishes lying around?" It came out practically dripping with sarcasm.
However, when the stranger mentioned Maea the Ascended's anger bled out of him. It was replaced by a fresh bout of tears. "You knew Maea?" His voice was raw, and he found himself staring at the horizon again, grief fresh on his features. "She's gone." It was a whisper, meant more for himself than anyone else. Shaking his head as if in denial, he hugged his arms to his chest.
However, when the stranger mentioned Maea the Ascended's anger bled out of him. It was replaced by a fresh bout of tears. "You knew Maea?" His voice was raw, and he found himself staring at the horizon again, grief fresh on his features. "She's gone." It was a whisper, meant more for himself than anyone else. Shaking his head as if in denial, he hugged his arms to his chest.
Thrill me, chill me, fulfill me
