the harder the rain, honey, the sweeter the sun
It's his first PQ time out on the Tundra, and so far, so blisteringly cold. With furlined boots hatefully covering his feet and legs to the mid-calf, a heavy coat, a scarf and a pair of mittens, Amhran looks more like a child in a snowsuit than a lanky, grown man. His soft curls are mostly hidden under a wool hat topped with a pompom of ningo feathers, and as they fall to a stop, he surveys the group and heeds Deimos's words with curious, muddy green eyes.
"It is nice to meet you all," he says, the picture of manners he's learned to repeat courtesy of his time spent around Evie. "My name is Amhran. I am able to heal, if anyone is in need of it. I also like to garden, and I hate wearing shoes." Once done, he looks to Deimos with raised brows, as if to ask if he has completed the task adequately.
Amhran introduces himself!
"It is nice to meet you all," he says, the picture of manners he's learned to repeat courtesy of his time spent around Evie. "My name is Amhran. I am able to heal, if anyone is in need of it. I also like to garden, and I hate wearing shoes." Once done, he looks to Deimos with raised brows, as if to ask if he has completed the task adequately.
Amhran introduces himself!
