The flowers, the birds, the wind, the moon| joining

[Ammon]

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Now was not the time to cry, well it was but it sort of wasnt. The former god hugged has much as he could of the hellhound. He was somewhat aware that Jerisidie was huge compared to him.  That somewhat amused him and made him sad at the same time.  This has well was not a time to make a joke in regard but to lighten the mood. " The afterlife is the afterlife, dull and boring. I sometimes heard the words of a hushed prayer and even more one sided conversations." the wolf noted softly unable to make a joke in this situation.  Poor Jerisidie this must have been a long awaited dream come true.

Times have changed, Ammon who knew that since he had died knew times were not going to be like the past. So there was always going to be him yearning for the past, where things were easier and simpler. " Enough about me, it's you that I'm worried about.  My death affected you didn't it aziz-am??" he asked not wanting to know the answer, but already knew the results from hearing it.  For once he was glad that he was blind, for he would have been nearly in tears himself.

"Cause I love the way you shine on me" —-- Ammon / The pitts  / male/ blind/ ageles. / roleplayer