the harder the rain, honey, the sweeter the sun
"I believe so, yes," Amhran says of the planted lily, smiling at it over his shoulder where it sits beneath the innocuous patch of dirt. "I have a feeling as my power grows, I may be able to plant more seeds, or it will not take as long." But only time will tell on that front. For now they have one lily guaranteed, even if it will take a while to come to fruition.
And with that done, the raeling turns his attention back to the game at hand. Amhran is no jester, but he has played enough with the children that his long fingers are fluid in their movements, even if the rough stone makes things slightly more difficult. "Hide and seek with a god?" He grins - it sounds so different to their offerings to Frey and the somewhat serious nature of that visit to the shrine. "Was it fun? I have heard Ludo can be quite tricky itself."
Sitting back for Deimos to select the plant pot, even Amhran has forgotten which one he had hidden the stone beneath (as the Sword predicted of those who often play such games), and as he lifts it, revealing the pebble, it's with a bright smile of surprise. "You are very good at this!"
And with that done, the raeling turns his attention back to the game at hand. Amhran is no jester, but he has played enough with the children that his long fingers are fluid in their movements, even if the rough stone makes things slightly more difficult. "Hide and seek with a god?" He grins - it sounds so different to their offerings to Frey and the somewhat serious nature of that visit to the shrine. "Was it fun? I have heard Ludo can be quite tricky itself."
Sitting back for Deimos to select the plant pot, even Amhran has forgotten which one he had hidden the stone beneath (as the Sword predicted of those who often play such games), and as he lifts it, revealing the pebble, it's with a bright smile of surprise. "You are very good at this!"
