the harder the rain, honey, the sweeter the sun
Amhran, on the other hand, has precisely zero feelings about the desert, other than the obvious. (E.g. it is hot, and flying on the back of a thunderbird is exhilirating, and there is a lot of sand and not many plants).
As Deimos takes them into land and allows the willowy demigod to clamber down from his feathery perch, Amhran is left kicking off his boots almost instantly so he might feel the ground beneath his feet. Not expecting the heat, particularly after Halo, it's with a hiss of surprise and pain that he's left hopping back until he finds a spot of shade beside a boulder.
"Is it all like this?" he wonders, because it will definitely have an impact on how much he'd like to explore, Amhran reaching out gratefully to accept the canteen and taking a sip of it. He doesn't douse his feet with the water either, which for the record, Deimos, is evidence that he is learning.
As Deimos takes them into land and allows the willowy demigod to clamber down from his feathery perch, Amhran is left kicking off his boots almost instantly so he might feel the ground beneath his feet. Not expecting the heat, particularly after Halo, it's with a hiss of surprise and pain that he's left hopping back until he finds a spot of shade beside a boulder.
"Is it all like this?" he wonders, because it will definitely have an impact on how much he'd like to explore, Amhran reaching out gratefully to accept the canteen and taking a sip of it. He doesn't douse his feet with the water either, which for the record, Deimos, is evidence that he is learning.
