the harder the rain, honey, the sweeter the sun
Brow furrowing as the skies suddenly darken, all traces of a frown positively vanish from Amhran's expression at the sudden cooling deluge; unable to help himself, a laugh escapes his lips. "Alright," he says, unashamedly eager, and he pulls his shoes off without regard for whether they'll fill with water. Straightening up and letting his toes dig into the waterlogged sand, immediately the young demigod seems more at ease.
Leaving his own curls sodden and tumbling around his shoulders, he walks a slow perimeter around the void-infected plant, head tilting his way and that as if trying to decide whether it's an inherent threat, or if it was merely grown that way. "Take care of it like dig it up and take it home with us?" he asks, clearly never having come across the more sinister meaning of the phrase.
Leaving his own curls sodden and tumbling around his shoulders, he walks a slow perimeter around the void-infected plant, head tilting his way and that as if trying to decide whether it's an inherent threat, or if it was merely grown that way. "Take care of it like dig it up and take it home with us?" he asks, clearly never having come across the more sinister meaning of the phrase.
