the harder the rain, honey, the sweeter the sun
"The river, right?" he says of the Stone Symphony, smiling at the idea of its music and what it might be like to sit along its banks for an afternoon. Perhaps soon he might be able to do more than simply imagine it; for now, though, Frey's Breath is lovely enough, if not as fiendishly hot and humid as Halo is cold.
"I read about the festival - it sounds like a wonderful way to honour those who have passed on." Not that Amhran has anyone to honour, not with his limited time on Caido and with his mind still unfurling like a blossoming flower. "Do you think I can still attend, even if I don't have a lantern to bring?"
Amhran is more surprised than anything to find that he has selected the right plant pot, expression lighting up to discover as much. "I am getting better at this. I couldn't find the pebble at all at first," he says, a hint of pride in his voice as he gathers the pots, moving them more fluidly this time to give Deimos a chance to prove his observation skills.
"I read about the festival - it sounds like a wonderful way to honour those who have passed on." Not that Amhran has anyone to honour, not with his limited time on Caido and with his mind still unfurling like a blossoming flower. "Do you think I can still attend, even if I don't have a lantern to bring?"
Amhran is more surprised than anything to find that he has selected the right plant pot, expression lighting up to discover as much. "I am getting better at this. I couldn't find the pebble at all at first," he says, a hint of pride in his voice as he gathers the pots, moving them more fluidly this time to give Deimos a chance to prove his observation skills.
