the harder the rain, honey, the sweeter the sun
It's true that flowers are basic, and whilst Amhran had literally been one once, even he is on the lookout for something a little more quirky for Rae's herald. It's a search that had taken him deep into Snowcloak and into all of the stalls and businesses, until eventually he finds what he's looking for with wide eyes and obvious awe. It's with a similar (if not slightly dampened down) expression that he slips into the shrine, offering a bright smile to Deimos and Elizabeth.
"Sorry I am late," he says, setting down the box he carries and carefully opening it to remove his offering. A delicate suncatcher prism hangs suspended from a silver chain, casting gentle rainbows onto the walls as it refracts the light from the altar candles. Reaching up to hang it from a small hook, he clasps his hands together. "There. I think that will work, right?"
"Sorry I am late," he says, setting down the box he carries and carefully opening it to remove his offering. A delicate suncatcher prism hangs suspended from a silver chain, casting gentle rainbows onto the walls as it refracts the light from the altar candles. Reaching up to hang it from a small hook, he clasps his hands together. "There. I think that will work, right?"
