the harder the rain, honey, the sweeter the sun
"Or perhaps the wind will make me feel colder," Amhran points out with a quiet raise of an eyebrow, but there's enough warmth in his smile to suggest that he's only playing at negativity. (He hasn't yet become so jaded by the world for pessimism to become an inherent trait - give it time, though). "I visited there once," he says of Torchline, peering at a tiny pink shell within the jar she holds up, straightening once he's gotten a good enough look of it. "I enjoyed the scenery."
Being roared halfway across the Aumakua not so much, but he doesn't think Torchline had been directly responsible for that.
Her compromise is a kind one, and Amhran finds himself nodding along - especially at the offer for her to hold his hand - before he knows it. "That sounds like a great idea. Do you know what the shrine looks like, or if it's in any specific place? Otherwise we can just start following the bank."
Being roared halfway across the Aumakua not so much, but he doesn't think Torchline had been directly responsible for that.
Her compromise is a kind one, and Amhran finds himself nodding along - especially at the offer for her to hold his hand - before he knows it. "That sounds like a great idea. Do you know what the shrine looks like, or if it's in any specific place? Otherwise we can just start following the bank."
