the harder the rain, honey, the sweeter the sun
"I have wanted to see if I could cultivate one," Amhran says of the walking palms, eyes glittering with a mix of amusement and botanical intrigue, "but I am worried it would walk out of the greenhouse and perish in the snow. We can't hold plants accountable for not realising they live in Halo, right?" Smiling, he reaches out to snag a grape for himself, munching on it and gesturing a thanks as Deimos slides him his sandwich, not wanting to talk with his mouth full.
"Oh?" His eyebrows raise - he knows the Sword well enough to know that home is sacred and usually not for talking about leadership meetings, politics or The World At Large, and so he pays close attention to his points. "Mm... I recall the tree and the seeds, but I'm not sure myself. I could see if I could approach Rae...?" It isn't something he's done before, but he knows those like himself are able to get audiences with their patrons, and he is keen to help.
"Oh?" His eyebrows raise - he knows the Sword well enough to know that home is sacred and usually not for talking about leadership meetings, politics or The World At Large, and so he pays close attention to his points. "Mm... I recall the tree and the seeds, but I'm not sure myself. I could see if I could approach Rae...?" It isn't something he's done before, but he knows those like himself are able to get audiences with their patrons, and he is keen to help.
