[SE] good things come

Deimos Deimos nodded in response; figuring at one point or another Amhran would be able to see it for himself. The festival of lights seemed to pique more intrigue though, and he tore his gaze away from the pebbles and pots to arch his brow back at the demigod – wondering if he thought himself unwelcome. “Of course,” he uttered without pause. “You can come with us.” They certainly had enough lanterns between all of them; the infant not included. If anything, it would be nice for him to experience a gathering of multitudes, rather than their miniature ones scattered amidst Halo, and not surrounding something overbearing like politics or flashing magic at an orb. The Sword kept his laugh in check at the youth’s expression of surprise – and hoping his own measures hadn’t been a fluke either. Narrowing his gaze, he attempted to follow the line of movements again as the pots rotated through over and over, before finally selecting the one in the middle. “That one.” Out of sight and out of mind Make everything alright So let the sky and sea collide Just not in our lifetime