the harder the rain, honey, the sweeter the sun
"Oh," says Amhran in response to Evie's patient explanations - something he doesn't realise he will take for granted in the weeks to come, but silently appreciated nonetheless. "Alright." Easily accepting of the things he does not know and needs to learn, he takes another nibble of cracker - and is bold enough to attempt a slice of apple as well - when Deimos speaks.
"That I think I can recognise," he says with a gentle nod - food is more complicated, yes, but he has been created, at least, with the knowledge not to dehydrate and die within hours. So saying, as the Sword returns with a pitcher of water, the Raeling demigod is able to (clumsily, albeit) pour himself a glass and lift it to his lips. See? Success.
Oh, yes, but his duty. "I remember warmth and light, and a pair of voices like the sun and the soil." He smiles. "I was created to preserve the balance of nature. To grow, to heal, to tend to it." Said as if the words belong to someone else (because they do), whilst Amhran has no idea of the context, the current Starfall situation will likely ring bells within both Wardens.
"That I think I can recognise," he says with a gentle nod - food is more complicated, yes, but he has been created, at least, with the knowledge not to dehydrate and die within hours. So saying, as the Sword returns with a pitcher of water, the Raeling demigod is able to (clumsily, albeit) pour himself a glass and lift it to his lips. See? Success.
Oh, yes, but his duty. "I remember warmth and light, and a pair of voices like the sun and the soil." He smiles. "I was created to preserve the balance of nature. To grow, to heal, to tend to it." Said as if the words belong to someone else (because they do), whilst Amhran has no idea of the context, the current Starfall situation will likely ring bells within both Wardens.
