the harder the rain, honey, the sweeter the sun
On the contrary - oblivious to the Hollowed Grounds' past and its meaning to Deimos, Amhran has enjoyed the flight as any fledgeling demigod might - with a curious eye and an intent to observe and experience, rather than to force his influence upon the world. As they soar over the Brambles and Deimos finally flies low enough that the Raeling understands he's to depart from the large creature's back, Amhran does so with more grace than in previous journeys; a testament to his learning.
"Do you know what manner of creature we seek here?" he asks, brushing off his clothes and adjusting the satchel that sits across his body, placed there on the off chance that he finds something worth collecting, or some souvenir worth trading for. "I will help to scout, if I know what we are looking to catch."
"Do you know what manner of creature we seek here?" he asks, brushing off his clothes and adjusting the satchel that sits across his body, placed there on the off chance that he finds something worth collecting, or some souvenir worth trading for. "I will help to scout, if I know what we are looking to catch."
