the harder the rain, honey, the sweeter the sun
Nodding his agreement - it probably is very much like that, yes - Amhran at least can't say that he's all too used to either extreme at this point in his life. Not unlike some particular orchid Evie had cultivated, whilst he certainly won't die if things aren't just right, he definitely notices the discomfort.
Having slowed his steps to let Flora come to grips (or not) with his explanation, Amhran's eyes light up to hear her last comment, and he picks up his pace again until the shrine is almost on top of them. "Yes, that's right," he says with a nod. "Not any more, though - not entirely, anyway." Because really, who knows what kind of power is budding and blooming through his veins, waiting to be released?
"Here - is this what you were looking for?" He gestures to the delicate little altar, mainly sculpted out of ice, where small offerings have been left that have already frosted over. It's likely that the water in Flora's little piece of Torchline will end up the same way, but it doesn't make it any less pretty in Amhran's opinion.
Having slowed his steps to let Flora come to grips (or not) with his explanation, Amhran's eyes light up to hear her last comment, and he picks up his pace again until the shrine is almost on top of them. "Yes, that's right," he says with a nod. "Not any more, though - not entirely, anyway." Because really, who knows what kind of power is budding and blooming through his veins, waiting to be released?
"Here - is this what you were looking for?" He gestures to the delicate little altar, mainly sculpted out of ice, where small offerings have been left that have already frosted over. It's likely that the water in Flora's little piece of Torchline will end up the same way, but it doesn't make it any less pretty in Amhran's opinion.
