the harder the rain, honey, the sweeter the sun
Oblivious to the cloud of glittering frost that Flora is about to step right into (Amhran, regrettably, has only been in Halo for a few seasons, and so he's still getting to grips with what is, apparently, quite a common nuisance to the region), the Raeling shakes her hand, his smile brightening at her name. "Oh! Me too!" he says, before realising his error. "Er, I used to be," he clarifies - flora, that is. "My name is Amhran Siol - I live at the Citadel."
With the man whose company the Doubletake has only recently left, as it happens, but the conversation doesn't have a chance to flow naturally in that direction, because the Breath Snatch strikes, flooding into Amhran as it disperses and freezing his breath in his lungs. "Oh," he wheezes, only when he finds himself able, a mittened hand fluttering to the scarf around his neck and rubbing at his chest. "Did you feel that?"
With the man whose company the Doubletake has only recently left, as it happens, but the conversation doesn't have a chance to flow naturally in that direction, because the Breath Snatch strikes, flooding into Amhran as it disperses and freezing his breath in his lungs. "Oh," he wheezes, only when he finds himself able, a mittened hand fluttering to the scarf around his neck and rubbing at his chest. "Did you feel that?"
