the harder the rain, honey, the sweeter the sun
Concepts of sleeping and eating are ones that Amhran will soon need to come to more personal grips with himself, but for now it's enough to hear Evie's explanations, and he nods his understanding with a ready smile, preparing to head out and to the main house - another first. He's about to comment on Deimos and whether he had or hadn't heard the Sword's voice whilst he'd been a seedling, but at that moment they hurry out into the snow, and Amhran becomes cognizant of two things.
First is bright light, of the sun bouncing against the white landscape, and the second, of course, is cold.
He has neither the language nor the experience to say what most might at this moment in time - namely, a well-placed FUCK - and so it's a breathy "Oh!" that escapes his lips as he plods, squinting, towards the back door.
As ice and snow become fresh warmth beneath his feet, Amhran is left with chattering teeth and a furrowed brow - tall and man-shaped he might be, but the look he throws towards the closed door is one of boyish disdain nonetheless, a silent I did not like that in the face of what has just happened.
"Thank you," he breathes eventually, trundling after his mother to the guest bedroom and the waiting clothes. Assistance will be needed, naturally, because sleeves are complicated for a man who has only recently learned he has arms, but he'll dress himself eventually, with luck.
First is bright light, of the sun bouncing against the white landscape, and the second, of course, is cold.
He has neither the language nor the experience to say what most might at this moment in time - namely, a well-placed FUCK - and so it's a breathy "Oh!" that escapes his lips as he plods, squinting, towards the back door.
As ice and snow become fresh warmth beneath his feet, Amhran is left with chattering teeth and a furrowed brow - tall and man-shaped he might be, but the look he throws towards the closed door is one of boyish disdain nonetheless, a silent I did not like that in the face of what has just happened.
"Thank you," he breathes eventually, trundling after his mother to the guest bedroom and the waiting clothes. Assistance will be needed, naturally, because sleeves are complicated for a man who has only recently learned he has arms, but he'll dress himself eventually, with luck.
