the harder the rain, honey, the sweeter the sun
Not as nosey as Deimos, evidently, and patient enough to wait until the finished masterpiece is revealed, as the Sword glances across he'll see that the demigod has opted to freehand paint instead of sketch. It's a very small canvas that he's working on, but remarkably true to life as he beads colour onto the parchment in small, careful strokes. Flowers, naturally - one of the blooms from Evie's personal greenhouse, still lush and vibrant even at Deepfrost thanks to her commitment and care.
"They would?" Smiling at that, because as Deimos may have already guessed, Amhran is not one of those people, the raeling glances up and tilts his head almost knowingly, after a year of living with the Sword, at the mention of more cake. "Perhaps we can have a small celebration here, then, with just us. Birthdays happen every year, right? I can always make bigger plans next Deepfrost."
"They would?" Smiling at that, because as Deimos may have already guessed, Amhran is not one of those people, the raeling glances up and tilts his head almost knowingly, after a year of living with the Sword, at the mention of more cake. "Perhaps we can have a small celebration here, then, with just us. Birthdays happen every year, right? I can always make bigger plans next Deepfrost."
