the harder the rain, honey, the sweeter the sun
"Yes, knowing how you help others is what spurred me to become what I am," Amhran agrees with an easy nod. And it might even be true - though he is certainly of Rae by nature, Evie has nurtured him all season. Under another's care, perhaps he'd be adept with thorns or poisons, or something else entirely?
Nodding again - gladly at the idea of meeting Deimos, more warily at trying on socks a second time - he dutifully rises to his feet and pads after his mother out into the rest of the house. Resisting the urge to call out a greeting - barely - Amhran follows Evie into the livingroom and takes a seat upon a couch, glancing around with curiosity at the adornments of the Ignatius household.
At the sound of the Sword's arrival he brightens, smiling sunnily towards Deimos and the infant in his arms. "Hello," he trills. "I am called Amhran."
Nodding again - gladly at the idea of meeting Deimos, more warily at trying on socks a second time - he dutifully rises to his feet and pads after his mother out into the rest of the house. Resisting the urge to call out a greeting - barely - Amhran follows Evie into the livingroom and takes a seat upon a couch, glancing around with curiosity at the adornments of the Ignatius household.
At the sound of the Sword's arrival he brightens, smiling sunnily towards Deimos and the infant in his arms. "Hello," he trills. "I am called Amhran."
