the harder the rain, honey, the sweeter the sun
Having already been given the go ahead to attend such a festival even without a lantern to show for it, Amhran is making the most of the fact that the general mood seems to be one of celebration (not something he'd expected, in truth). As such, he's tailing Deimos and Evie with green eyes filled with awe at the strings of lights, the hanging lanterns, the music and the food, and it's on more than one occasion that he has to pick up his pace to catch back up with them.
"I would quite like to try that," he says offhandedly, nodding towards where someone is spinning sugar into cotton candy and sprinkling it with coloured (and flavoured, seemingly) sherbert. Returning his attention to the Sword - and spending a second or two to wiggle his fingers towards Erebos, sharing in the babe's excitement if not in his squealing - he adds, "if that's alright, of course."
"I would quite like to try that," he says offhandedly, nodding towards where someone is spinning sugar into cotton candy and sprinkling it with coloured (and flavoured, seemingly) sherbert. Returning his attention to the Sword - and spending a second or two to wiggle his fingers towards Erebos, sharing in the babe's excitement if not in his squealing - he adds, "if that's alright, of course."
