the harder the rain, honey, the sweeter the sun
Amhran's thoughts on nature and the way of the world is still forming, alas, but his very essence is one of live and let live; he hasn't yet come across anything that deserved to be destroyed. Perhaps Deimos will be the first to teach him such a lesson. Pausing to stand back with the Sword and pushing his wet hair out of his face, he considers the void-touched plant and furrows his brow as Deimos's voice rumbles out into the air.
"I see," he says softly. "Is it an invasive species, then? It's somewhere it doesn't belong?" That seems to make sense to the youth, Amhran glancing about as if there might be a colony of void flora nearby to prove him wrong. "If that's the case, I guess it's probably better for the environment as a whole that it isn't allowed to continue to propagate."
"I see," he says softly. "Is it an invasive species, then? It's somewhere it doesn't belong?" That seems to make sense to the youth, Amhran glancing about as if there might be a colony of void flora nearby to prove him wrong. "If that's the case, I guess it's probably better for the environment as a whole that it isn't allowed to continue to propagate."
