the harder the rain, honey, the sweeter the sun
Using a long finger to gently divet the soil he's packed into the fissure, Amhran sits back and examines the plot, considering it for a few moments before nodding. "I think this will work," he says, clasping his dirty hands together as if cupping something within them, and closing his eyes. An inner light flares between his fingers a moment later, and when he opens his palms, a perfect little seed sits within them. "Good luck," he tells the would-be lily, dropping it into the soil and covering it over, patting it down.
With that done, he tips his head back to smile up at Deimos. "Some children in the greenhouse taught me," he says. "I put a stone or something similar under one of the pots, move them around, and you have to guess which one it is in." As if to demonstrate, Amhran separates three plant pots and turns them upside down, tucks a little pebble beneath one, and begins to move them in slow circles. "Ludo quite likes games, doesn't it? I think I heard that from someone."
With that done, he tips his head back to smile up at Deimos. "Some children in the greenhouse taught me," he says. "I put a stone or something similar under one of the pots, move them around, and you have to guess which one it is in." As if to demonstrate, Amhran separates three plant pots and turns them upside down, tucks a little pebble beneath one, and begins to move them in slow circles. "Ludo quite likes games, doesn't it? I think I heard that from someone."
