the harder the rain, honey, the sweeter the sun
Following Flora's gaze and realising quite abruptly how flat the Sea of Glass is, he scoffs and shrugs his shoulders. "Point well made," he concedes, falling back into step with her as they find the bank of the ice field and begin to pick their way around it, following a well-worn trail that appears as though it's been walked by dozens of people; enough that even the freshest snow can't entirely cover it up.
"Oh, I see," he says, packing away both the knowledge about her pilgrimage and her status as an Accepted, his head tilting up to examine the - currently - endless blue sky. "The stars are very beautiful here," he agrees. "I don't think I've paid enough attention in the other places I've been to make a comparison for you, though, so you will have to tell me." Assuming they ever meet each other again, or ever find themselves out here when it's dark. (Dangerous AF but whatever).
Smiling to hear the reason Deimos might not have given Flora a proper map, Amhran can only nod his agreement. "My brother can be a handful," he agrees, before slowly replacing his sunglasses at her refusal. "If you're sure. Please let me know if you change your mind - I wouldn't want you to be uncomfortable."
"Oh, I see," he says, packing away both the knowledge about her pilgrimage and her status as an Accepted, his head tilting up to examine the - currently - endless blue sky. "The stars are very beautiful here," he agrees. "I don't think I've paid enough attention in the other places I've been to make a comparison for you, though, so you will have to tell me." Assuming they ever meet each other again, or ever find themselves out here when it's dark. (Dangerous AF but whatever).
Smiling to hear the reason Deimos might not have given Flora a proper map, Amhran can only nod his agreement. "My brother can be a handful," he agrees, before slowly replacing his sunglasses at her refusal. "If you're sure. Please let me know if you change your mind - I wouldn't want you to be uncomfortable."
