the harder the rain, honey, the sweeter the sun
Certainly not planning to leave any leftovers, Amhran is nonetheless too busy with his current task to snag another pastry or more tea, but it will make a nice break for later. "The Wildwood? I will make a point to visit," he says with a smile between Sah and Elizabeth. As she nicks her hand on a sharp piece of gem, his own power begins to rise in response, but luckily the Wild Thunder is already on the job. "I would quite like to visit the Mathair as well - I heard that she is a goddess who is also a tree."
Which, as a demigod who was also a plant... obviously he's interested.
With Deimos coming to take over the last of the sorting, Amhran gets to his feet with a smile, dusting the snow off his pants. "Alright, I will help to mix this." He says it with a confidence that will turn out to be quite misplaced; with long limbs still unused to doing things with finesse, the demigod covers himself in more mortar than he successfully mixes, and he lets out a yelp of surprise as it instantly starts to dry and solidify on his hands.
Amhran is a failure at mortar-mixing.
Which, as a demigod who was also a plant... obviously he's interested.
With Deimos coming to take over the last of the sorting, Amhran gets to his feet with a smile, dusting the snow off his pants. "Alright, I will help to mix this." He says it with a confidence that will turn out to be quite misplaced; with long limbs still unused to doing things with finesse, the demigod covers himself in more mortar than he successfully mixes, and he lets out a yelp of surprise as it instantly starts to dry and solidify on his hands.
Amhran is a failure at mortar-mixing.
