the harder the rain, honey, the sweeter the sun
"Okay, that sounds good," Amhran chirps to Marcus, as if they are two children conversing with one another (which they are, if you think about it, Amhran is just hella tall and can grow a beard). "I am learning to read at the moment," he continues as the boy announces his interests, tilting his head curiously as they continue to sort (or fail to sort, as it happens) the gemstones. "What kind of things are in the books and journals?" he asks.
Glancing down only to see that things have become rather muddled up with his piles of stones, Amhran frowns gently and spends a minute or so re-sorting the more subtly coloured gems to where he thinks they ought to sit. "What are we going to do with these once we have sorted them all out into their colours?" he wonders.
Amhran keeps on keepin' on!
Glancing down only to see that things have become rather muddled up with his piles of stones, Amhran frowns gently and spends a minute or so re-sorting the more subtly coloured gems to where he thinks they ought to sit. "What are we going to do with these once we have sorted them all out into their colours?" he wonders.
Amhran keeps on keepin' on!
