the harder the rain, honey, the sweeter the sun
It's Amhran's first time travelling, and at least Deimos will find him a relatively easy companion for it - quiet unless it's to rumble a soft question about skyboat mechanics or the landscape sprawling below them, the demigod's primary concern actually seems to be the shoes he's wearing and the fact that they've left Evie and Erebos behind. Once they arrive in Torchline, he follows the Sword to the back of the group and sits happily enough beside him on the blanket, where he studiously begins unlacing his boots.
Offering a small wave to the various looks he's receiving, Amhran sits back on his hands and wiggles his bare toes against the sand and the grass, gazing up into the skies overhead. He wonders if there's a designated time where they are meant to get up for something to eat and drink, or if it's more of a free-for-all. And if it's the latter, is it better to go now, before whatever happens starts to happen?
Offering a small wave to the various looks he's receiving, Amhran sits back on his hands and wiggles his bare toes against the sand and the grass, gazing up into the skies overhead. He wonders if there's a designated time where they are meant to get up for something to eat and drink, or if it's more of a free-for-all. And if it's the latter, is it better to go now, before whatever happens starts to happen?
