the harder the rain, honey, the sweeter the sun
Nodding to himself, Amhran cements the idea more or less in his mind and lets his thoughts cast out briefly to wonder what the Grounds might look like during Deepfrost, and what might grow there. Would it be as barren and ferocious as Halo, or would it be mild enough to stay outside long enough to do some exploring? Time would tell.
Drawn back to Evie and their conversation by the warmth of her hand atop his own, Amhran listens earnestly to her explanation, his attention divided between the rich soil beneath the fingers of his free hand and the worry writ plain into her features. "I was referring to a visit," he says, perhaps a little too quickly so as to assuage whatever tension seems to have sewn its way through her body.
"You are so knowledgeable about it, I just wondered whether you would enjoy seeing it again. But I suppose not all memories are necessarily good ones, are they?" His brow furrows as he plants his seeds and sprinkles more soil over them. "I would never want to cause you any pain."
Drawn back to Evie and their conversation by the warmth of her hand atop his own, Amhran listens earnestly to her explanation, his attention divided between the rich soil beneath the fingers of his free hand and the worry writ plain into her features. "I was referring to a visit," he says, perhaps a little too quickly so as to assuage whatever tension seems to have sewn its way through her body.
"You are so knowledgeable about it, I just wondered whether you would enjoy seeing it again. But I suppose not all memories are necessarily good ones, are they?" His brow furrows as he plants his seeds and sprinkles more soil over them. "I would never want to cause you any pain."
