the harder the rain, honey, the sweeter the sun
Shuffling closer to Deimos as he produces the journal, Amhran peers over his shoulder and tilts his head at both tangleweed and spider, before squinting out towards the thickets of trees. "Spiders are probably going to be more common given the branches available to make good anchor points for webs," he considers. And of course, having not experienced anything to cause a fear of arachnids just yet, they seem as viable an option as anything else.
"I imagine they are probably smaller too, no? We will be able to catch one in a much more manageable container." Unless they plan to put a leash and a muzzle on a tangleweed, anyway. With his preference stated, Amhran is already marching through the long grasses and towards the treeline, long fingers brushing against the stalks and fronds as he goes. "This is much different to the desert," he announces to nobody in particular. "I quite like it."
"I imagine they are probably smaller too, no? We will be able to catch one in a much more manageable container." Unless they plan to put a leash and a muzzle on a tangleweed, anyway. With his preference stated, Amhran is already marching through the long grasses and towards the treeline, long fingers brushing against the stalks and fronds as he goes. "This is much different to the desert," he announces to nobody in particular. "I quite like it."
