the harder the rain, honey, the sweeter the sun
"Good," Amhran says softly, glancing between his fingerprints and Erebos's little feet and seeming all the more happy with the creation knowing it has Deimos's stamp of approval. Shifting back to let him move the paper aside to dry - and grinning to the youth as he wriggles and is a general menace pinned against the Sword - the raeling considers making something himself for the Evergreen and eventually gives a soft nod. "Yes, I think I will," he says. Selecting a much smaller square of parchment and a daintier paintbrush, he sits cross-legged on the floor to begin.
And apparently remembers (or finishes pondering on) the party conundrum and not at all because his writer forgot to add it to the post, pls poke me if this happens again. "Does everyone need a party for themselves...?" he wonders, raising his eyebrows in confusion. Because as Deimos has already pointed out, if they all have birthdays in Deepfrost, then that's a lot of parties. "I would be happy just to celebrate with everyone else," he decides. If that's just as part of Erebos's festivities, or Evie's, or Deimos's, then he's content.
And apparently remembers (or finishes pondering on) the party conundrum and not at all because his writer forgot to add it to the post, pls poke me if this happens again. "Does everyone need a party for themselves...?" he wonders, raising his eyebrows in confusion. Because as Deimos has already pointed out, if they all have birthdays in Deepfrost, then that's a lot of parties. "I would be happy just to celebrate with everyone else," he decides. If that's just as part of Erebos's festivities, or Evie's, or Deimos's, then he's content.
