the harder the rain, honey, the sweeter the sun
Amhran does indeed arrive when he is ready - having spent the past hour or so in the greenhouse ensuring that the selection of plants he had taken from other regions are growing well, he's hurried back inside and had to pad upstairs to clean away the dirt from his face and beneath his fingernails. When he appears (conveniently after Deimos's arrival with cake) it's in a clean sweater of rich green, barefoot and with his eyes wide to see the decorations, gifts and selection of food.
Not to mention the party hat set at a jaunty angle upon the Sword's head.
"Is this a party?" he asks, somewhat obviously as he draws up beside Deimos, automatically reaching out to help set out the array of food and snacks upon the table. Unable to help himself, a smile begins to sneak across his face. "I like your hat. Is this a custom for birthdays?" he wonders, not knowing, of course, that he is almost certainly going to be wearing one himself very soon.
Not to mention the party hat set at a jaunty angle upon the Sword's head.
"Is this a party?" he asks, somewhat obviously as he draws up beside Deimos, automatically reaching out to help set out the array of food and snacks upon the table. Unable to help himself, a smile begins to sneak across his face. "I like your hat. Is this a custom for birthdays?" he wonders, not knowing, of course, that he is almost certainly going to be wearing one himself very soon.
