the harder the rain, honey, the sweeter the sun
”Chose to name… itself?” Amhran echoes, as if never having considered such a thing within the realm of possibility. He’s also never considered swimming in the pools, though it’s true that as Elizabeth cautions against it, he’s already craning perhaps a little too far over the side to try and get a better look at the snowscape within. Clearing his throat sheepishly and sitting back to kneel at a safer distance, he glances over his shoulder to see Noah standing sentinel, and considers now as good a time as any to begin collecting the water.
”I bet you could see all of Caido on a tour through the Eyes of Vi, if you didn’t mind looking at it in reflections,” he muses; perhaps places even beyond Caido, if Elizabeth is correct about it potentially being affected by the magic of the Greatwood. Retrieving one of the containers from his pack, he carefully submerges it in the water, and whilst he’s perhaps a little disappointed not to see snow start to fill it, he tries to keep it from his face.
”I bet you could see all of Caido on a tour through the Eyes of Vi, if you didn’t mind looking at it in reflections,” he muses; perhaps places even beyond Caido, if Elizabeth is correct about it potentially being affected by the magic of the Greatwood. Retrieving one of the containers from his pack, he carefully submerges it in the water, and whilst he’s perhaps a little disappointed not to see snow start to fill it, he tries to keep it from his face.
