the harder the rain, honey, the sweeter the sun
With a quick flash of a smile for Deimos - nothing is perfect, Amhran might have said, which is precisely what makes it that way, but there are other things to concentrate on for the time being - the Raeling keeps the jar steady as the arachnid and its webbing is guided within the confines of its new enclosure. As he's told to close the jar, his hand slowly withdraws, the lid clapping over it just as the spider makes a scuttle for freedom.
"Apologies," he tells it, "but you must remain in here for now." After ensuring that the top of the jar is screwed on tight - there are, of course, air holes in it - he glances back to the Sword and gives an eager and decisive nod. "Yes, I would like that," he decides. "Is there anything further we need to do here?" Or could they begin the long journey back to Halo, and with it Amhran can begin his studies?
"Apologies," he tells it, "but you must remain in here for now." After ensuring that the top of the jar is screwed on tight - there are, of course, air holes in it - he glances back to the Sword and gives an eager and decisive nod. "Yes, I would like that," he decides. "Is there anything further we need to do here?" Or could they begin the long journey back to Halo, and with it Amhran can begin his studies?
