the harder the rain, honey, the sweeter the sun
"I will," he decides with a small and determined smile. His reading and writing is still coming along, and he has a love for books despite feeling initially concerned at the dead, silent paper that had once been living trees. He'll make a point to look at the decor the next time he goes to select something to pass the time on a blizzarding afternoon.
Not feeling as though Erebos would ruin anything with his additions, Amhran nonetheless offers a bright grin to the youth as he adds flakes of snow to the painting, the raeling continuing with his tree and its spray of green leaves - he even adds a few touches of brown, yellow and darker green for texture. Once he's finished, hands covered in paint but a small expression of satisfaction on his face, he nods between them.
"Do you think she will like it? Perhaps we should do another with all of our handprints. But I would not want her to feel left out of it."
Not feeling as though Erebos would ruin anything with his additions, Amhran nonetheless offers a bright grin to the youth as he adds flakes of snow to the painting, the raeling continuing with his tree and its spray of green leaves - he even adds a few touches of brown, yellow and darker green for texture. Once he's finished, hands covered in paint but a small expression of satisfaction on his face, he nods between them.
"Do you think she will like it? Perhaps we should do another with all of our handprints. But I would not want her to feel left out of it."
