the harder the rain, honey, the sweeter the sun
"Does he?" Amhran smiles at that, not having realised Deimos's proclivity for playing in the snow. (Had he been even a little older, he might have realised as much). "I'd like that, yes - that way I could practice before I try to start one with Deimos." His impromptu paternal figure has already established himself as someone Amhran wants to impress and make proud. And who knows, maybe beaning him in the face with a snowball will do just that?
Smiling up atElizabeth and Sah as they approach, Amhran shifts a little in the snow to give them room to access the gems as well, all the while continuing to sort his own handfuls into their corresponding piles. There's no need to add to the question Elizabeth had asked, but he does raise his eyebrows curiously, clearly keen to hear the answer.
Amhran continues to sort gems!
Smiling up at
Amhran continues to sort gems!







