the harder the rain, honey, the sweeter the sun
Absolutely not built for this kind of aggression, Amhran and his gourd merely seem to stare at one another until the sound of snowball mayhem draws his attention away, and he blinks at the departing, hissing shapes of two of the other creatures. "Uh, I think I will help to sort the stones," he calls, smiling back towards Sah and Elizabeth - and good luck to them with the rest of the pumpkins - before approaching Marcus to do just that.
"You are very good at snowball fights," he tells the boy, shifting to crouch down by the bag of stones and gems and beginning to remove them a handful at a time, starting to sort them into their colour groupings. "I don't think I have ever had a real one," he continues. Snowball fight, he means. Likely he'll not be great at that either, though who knows. Throwing is different to outright violence.
Amhran helps to sort gems and stones with Marcus!
"You are very good at snowball fights," he tells the boy, shifting to crouch down by the bag of stones and gems and beginning to remove them a handful at a time, starting to sort them into their colour groupings. "I don't think I have ever had a real one," he continues. Snowball fight, he means. Likely he'll not be great at that either, though who knows. Throwing is different to outright violence.
Amhran helps to sort gems and stones with Marcus!
