the harder the rain, honey, the sweeter the sun
"Mm, you might be right," Amhran agrees, somewhat wistfully. "Unless I can ask Evie if we can keep them in the larger greenhouse. But then I wouldn't want them to interrupt anyone else visiting or gardening." Itching at the scruff on his chin and sighing, the Raeling eventually seems to come to the conclusion that Deimos is right, and any experiments he wishes to do will have to be in the Oerwoud itself. (Or at the very least, not in Halo).
Falling quiet to eat a few bites of his own sandwich, both of them seem to have one eye on Erebos and his delighted chaos, and as the Sword speaks again, Amhran has little more than crumbs left on his plate. (He's gotten the hang of eating and enjoying food, evidently, even if socks remain a hated necessity). Nodding slowly and dusting off his hands, he sits up a bit in his chair.
"I can do that," he says - both in terms of asking about the seeds and in the location of another lily. "But... no, I think this will be the first time speaking with them since I was a seed. And then it wasn't so much... speaking." The lack of mouth made it a little difficult. "It's no trouble, though."
Falling quiet to eat a few bites of his own sandwich, both of them seem to have one eye on Erebos and his delighted chaos, and as the Sword speaks again, Amhran has little more than crumbs left on his plate. (He's gotten the hang of eating and enjoying food, evidently, even if socks remain a hated necessity). Nodding slowly and dusting off his hands, he sits up a bit in his chair.
"I can do that," he says - both in terms of asking about the seeds and in the location of another lily. "But... no, I think this will be the first time speaking with them since I was a seed. And then it wasn't so much... speaking." The lack of mouth made it a little difficult. "It's no trouble, though."
