[SE] good things come

Deimos He could imagine Amhran enjoying the Greatwood too – with labyrinthine multitudes of forests, plants, and rivers to explore. “It is nice,” he mentioned – always a little biased towards the snow-covered range of his home, but capable of acknowledging favored portions and places he visited. “Especially the Stonesong.” Rushing rivers and gallivanting turns, twists of enigmatic degrees; not a wholly unpleasant place to be lost within. That it had been consumed by the void was another irritation, but hopefully one soon nullified. He couldn’t tell if the demigod was hoping to see Ludo or not, but his brow quirked and his grin matched amusement just the same, moving the pots around before ultimately stopping them. “There is always the Festival of Lights too.” The herald usually showed up to choose from those clustered amidst their lanterns, himself included, hoping to see their friends and family again. A bittersweet proportion. Once Amhran chose though, he lifted the pot of the leftmost to find the pebble contained. A much more juvenile pose struck his grin, a softening of all those chiseled lines of scars and wars. “Well done.” Perhaps both of them were fortunate and observant. Then he passed the pots and rock back over to the youth, implying another round. Out of sight and out of mind Make everything alright So let the sky and sea collide Just not in our lifetime