the harder the rain, honey, the sweeter the sun
The prospect of a tree-goddess that eats people ought to be enough to discourage Amhran, but of course the raeling is only further fascinated by it. "I will be careful," he says, giving the warnings the gravitas they deserve, but at no point deciding not go and see the Mathair. Perhaps it's his thoughts of the great mother tree that distract him enough to get fused to the gate with the mortar; either way, however good a job he's done at mixing the stuff up, he finds himself promptly unable to move.
"Oh," he says, attempting to remove himself and finding it a lost cause. "Oh!" Not one to outright panic - he's far too easy-going a soul for that - Amhran nevertheless does glance toSah and Deimos with concern as they approach. "Thank you. I could always just take off my coat...?" He attempts to be helpful, but of course removing the garment will likely just make him freeze to death rather quickly. Better to wait to be rescued, he supposes.
Amhran waits to be rescued in shame.
"Oh," he says, attempting to remove himself and finding it a lost cause. "Oh!" Not one to outright panic - he's far too easy-going a soul for that - Amhran nevertheless does glance to
Amhran waits to be rescued in shame.
