my love affair with water runs deep into my soul,
the serenity as intense as the tides ebb and flow
Raising an eyebrow at Bastien's claim, Amun grinned. "Good idea, but if it comes to it, disassembling it and reassembling it might be easier all around." He winked at the artist. "We'll keep the portal in reserve though." Laughing, the potter leaned against the wall by the entrance to the Sanctuary.
"She was," he agreed with the other man and Siri. With that, Amun continued working with his metal. Nodding at Bastien's compliment, the potter let the other two discuss their lanterns as he focused on his. A cloaked and robed figure began to take shape in his hands, with wisps of cloth coiling off of it in every direction.
"She was," he agreed with the other man and Siri. With that, Amun continued working with his metal. Nodding at Bastien's compliment, the potter let the other two discuss their lanterns as he focused on his. A cloaked and robed figure began to take shape in his hands, with wisps of cloth coiling off of it in every direction.
nothing is softer or more flexible than water,
yet nothing can resist it
AMUN
