the harder the rain, honey, the sweeter the sun
"That's good news," Amhran says of the Greatwood, his excitement near palpable as he smiles down at their plant pot game. "I have heard a lot about it. I would quite like to visit, when it's safe to go there again." Unsurprising, really, given his very nature. All the better if they might open the path back into the region without bloodshed, but then Amhran is in no position to decide on such matters yet either way. For now, it's seeds and pots.
Tilting his head and seeming warmed by the tale of the trickster deity causing amusement rather than fear, Amhran settles further on the ground to get comfortable. "Perhaps we might see it again this season. Leafchange is supposed to be a favourite time for it, or so I've heard." Not that he imagines Ludo would be so boring as to play hide and seek a second time, but another game, maybe?
Speaking of which, whilst Amhran is surprised to see Deimos taking over, he's more than happy to participate, soil-soft eyes watching as keenly as they can as the pebble is hidden and manoeuvred about. "That one," he decides when they finally come to a halt, pointing to the leftmost plant pot.
Tilting his head and seeming warmed by the tale of the trickster deity causing amusement rather than fear, Amhran settles further on the ground to get comfortable. "Perhaps we might see it again this season. Leafchange is supposed to be a favourite time for it, or so I've heard." Not that he imagines Ludo would be so boring as to play hide and seek a second time, but another game, maybe?
Speaking of which, whilst Amhran is surprised to see Deimos taking over, he's more than happy to participate, soil-soft eyes watching as keenly as they can as the pebble is hidden and manoeuvred about. "That one," he decides when they finally come to a halt, pointing to the leftmost plant pot.
