[ Turning sharp on his heel Amon moved like water down the hall before disappearing into the little hovel of a kitchen that connected the hallway and living room. A fruity but hearty smell soon started to waft out of the arched doorway and cloy to the walls of the apartment. The sound of a pot of rice bubbling over soon followed and Amon, in a brief moment of exposed humanity, cursed when boiling water seared his fingers.
He emerged sometime after, juggling two bowls of rice and two plates of something brownish purple and stew-like. The table was cleared of their week and Amon made all the efforts of a good host by serving hot tea after setting their dishes down with chopsticks balanced over the bowls.
Amon went only for his tea and tucked it under the lip of his mask before returning to their stalled conversation. ]
If it is a river, but not a physical river- what is it?
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He emerged sometime after, juggling two bowls of rice and two plates of something brownish purple and stew-like. The table was cleared of their week and Amon made all the efforts of a good host by serving hot tea after setting their dishes down with chopsticks balanced over the bowls.
Amon went only for his tea and tucked it under the lip of his mask before returning to their stalled conversation. ]
If it is a river, but not a physical river- what is it?