the harder the rain, honey, the sweeter the sun
Like Ravenna, Amhran arrives suitably bundled up against the cold, ningo pom pom hat and all. His willowy figure and long legs make it easier to cut through the snow, granted, but he isn’t in the habit of taking any unnecessary risks, and he raises a gloved hand in greeting as he comes across them. ”Good morning,” he chimes, falling to a halt beside the sled.
”Nice to meet you, Venna. I’m Amhran Siol, but you can just call me Amhran,” he says, his accent lilting melodically around the sound of his name. To Sah he offers a polite nod, of course knowing the Wild Thunder by sight and previous encounters. ”This reminds me of decorating the rainbow gate a bit,” he admits with a smile. At least their region is abundant in shiny rocks, or so it seems.
”Nice to meet you, Venna. I’m Amhran Siol, but you can just call me Amhran,” he says, his accent lilting melodically around the sound of his name. To Sah he offers a polite nod, of course knowing the Wild Thunder by sight and previous encounters. ”This reminds me of decorating the rainbow gate a bit,” he admits with a smile. At least their region is abundant in shiny rocks, or so it seems.
