my whole life is mine, but whoever says so will deprive me,
for it is infinite.
"Perhaps you should." Grinning, Amun nodded at Edwyn's question. "That I am. I know, I know, that makes it infinitely more appealing." The potter puffed out his chest and put his hands on his hips in a completely over the top pose that would hopefully elicit a laugh from the writer.
Poking the other man one last time with the blunt end of the weapon, the advisor raised his hands to the heavens. "Victory is mine! I dedicate this win to artists and dreamers everywhere." He whooped with good cheer, eyes sparkling.
As Edwyn conceded, Amun rested the weapon on the ground and leaned on it like a cane. "Yup. But I thought the point of this exercise was for you to learn something."
Poking the other man one last time with the blunt end of the weapon, the advisor raised his hands to the heavens. "Victory is mine! I dedicate this win to artists and dreamers everywhere." He whooped with good cheer, eyes sparkling.
As Edwyn conceded, Amun rested the weapon on the ground and leaned on it like a cane. "Yup. But I thought the point of this exercise was for you to learn something."
by being moved I exert my empire,
making the dreams of night real
AMUN
