the harder the rain, honey, the sweeter the sun
Talking begins, and Amhran realises he has lost his opportunity to snack without being noticed. Instead, he does his best to follow the threads of conversation, pinching curiously at his skin where Remi's magic settles over it, and watches for direction from Deimos. Given that he has arrived with the Sword, he fully expects to do whatever the other man decides to do, and so merely nods once his decision is aired.
"I will also stay," he says, his voice rich and soil soft. He doesn't know if it means much - he knows few faces and fewer names still - but all the same, he does feel a sense of kindred spirits with at least some of those present. If nothing else, perhaps this would be an opportunity to meet others blessed by similar gods?
"I will also stay," he says, his voice rich and soil soft. He doesn't know if it means much - he knows few faces and fewer names still - but all the same, he does feel a sense of kindred spirits with at least some of those present. If nothing else, perhaps this would be an opportunity to meet others blessed by similar gods?
