the harder the rain, honey, the sweeter the sun
"I do not think I will get frost damage," Amhran says with a small smile, as if this should be of some reassurance to Evie. Of course, he's only thinking of the sort of cold shock to stems and leaves and flowerbuds - he'll soon learn of the damage he might sustain as a being with fingers and a nose, no doubt.
Still, whilst the Evergreen has a minor existential crisis, Amhran busies himself with the monumental feat of learning to stand on one leg, and it's with an expression of pure victory that he shimmies into the thermals at last, straightening up and feeling pleased with himself. Less so at the social norms of it all, but thankfully he isn't actually a toddler, and so it's with a resigned, "I see," that he accepts Evie's reasoning.
"What is swimming?" he wonders, almost as an after thought, sinking down onto the bed beside her and accepting the socks. Glancing from her feet to his own (he wiggles his toes again, naturally), Amhran leans down rather than bringing his feet up, fighting to pull the sock on.
Once he manages it, straightening up, it's with an expression of something close to disgust that he regards the garment, promptly reaching down to pull the sock off again. "No thank you," he says with a gentle shake of his head.
Still, whilst the Evergreen has a minor existential crisis, Amhran busies himself with the monumental feat of learning to stand on one leg, and it's with an expression of pure victory that he shimmies into the thermals at last, straightening up and feeling pleased with himself. Less so at the social norms of it all, but thankfully he isn't actually a toddler, and so it's with a resigned, "I see," that he accepts Evie's reasoning.
"What is swimming?" he wonders, almost as an after thought, sinking down onto the bed beside her and accepting the socks. Glancing from her feet to his own (he wiggles his toes again, naturally), Amhran leans down rather than bringing his feet up, fighting to pull the sock on.
Once he manages it, straightening up, it's with an expression of something close to disgust that he regards the garment, promptly reaching down to pull the sock off again. "No thank you," he says with a gentle shake of his head.
