the harder the rain, honey, the sweeter the sun
"Oh, I see." Grinning as if he's just learned some intricate life hack by being introduced to cupcake multiplication, Amhran nods and already casts his mind to other areas where it might apply. Individual cupcake ice cream cakes? Tear and share bread applied to other foods? Pizza? His thoughts are still along these lines as Erebos is offered out, the raeling beaming and reaching for him to plonk him back in his lap. "Yes, that is one of my names," he confirms to the infant, if for no other reason than because he's become accustomed to it being squealed across a room.
With soft waves of hair available for the grabbing (Amhran is not the type to recoil or complain about mess, as has been evident from the moment he pulled himself from the soil), he tilts his head towards the painting of Micah and the first layer waiting to dry. "I am sure Evie will love it however it turns out. It looks beautiful so far," he says with an encouraging smile, bouncing Erebos gently on his knee.
With soft waves of hair available for the grabbing (Amhran is not the type to recoil or complain about mess, as has been evident from the moment he pulled himself from the soil), he tilts his head towards the painting of Micah and the first layer waiting to dry. "I am sure Evie will love it however it turns out. It looks beautiful so far," he says with an encouraging smile, bouncing Erebos gently on his knee.
