the harder the rain, honey, the sweeter the sun
"I would like that a lot," Amhran says with a warm smile, a look of relief flickering across his face. Curious as he is about everything Caido has to offer, festivals and customs included, of course the demigod is too polite to stray where he's not needed or wanted. And it had been a difficult feeling to wrangle, to simultaneously hope to one day attend the Festival of Lights but also never want a cause to do so.
With the matter settled, though, he turns his attention back to their game, doing his best to keep his movements quick and fluid as he manoeuvres the plant pots. When he finally pauses and Deimos makes his selection, this time Amhran sneakily tips the middle pot up to peek underneath, and it's with an exaggerated shake of his head (his poker face is terrible and he'll never be a liar) that he smirks at Deimos. "Not that one, sorry," he says, before immediately revealing the pebble that, indeed, lays beneath the middle pot.
"I think I will end on a high, though. I will probably get it wrong if I try again." He chuckles.
With the matter settled, though, he turns his attention back to their game, doing his best to keep his movements quick and fluid as he manoeuvres the plant pots. When he finally pauses and Deimos makes his selection, this time Amhran sneakily tips the middle pot up to peek underneath, and it's with an exaggerated shake of his head (his poker face is terrible and he'll never be a liar) that he smirks at Deimos. "Not that one, sorry," he says, before immediately revealing the pebble that, indeed, lays beneath the middle pot.
"I think I will end on a high, though. I will probably get it wrong if I try again." He chuckles.
