the harder the rain, honey, the sweeter the sun
Melita calls and Amhran instantly pops up from behind his mostly constructed snowbank, a quiet determination in his green eyes that’s entirely learned (from Deimos, let it be known). He waits for Iskra to lob the first snowball, watching it lance through the air only to miss its intended target, and his eyes widen a fraction to see that Vesper has disappeared entirely.
Wanting innately to ask the boy about his power - and focusing far, far too much on the flurry of snowballs to be looking down at the ground and the shadows lacing between the battlefield like a nest of sinister black snakes - he lets his own snowy projectile fly, trying to aim for where the boy had disappeared to, but perhaps a fraction too late to be able to hit him.
It’s almost an afterthought that Amhran ducks down behind his own barricade, too, leaving him perhaps a bit too open for retaliation. But hey, all’s fair in snow and war, right? And who knows, maybe he’ll end up with an unintended prize if one of Mel’s duck-laden snowballs hits him.
Amhran follows suit and aims for Vesper, before trying to duck down behind his barricade!
Wanting innately to ask the boy about his power - and focusing far, far too much on the flurry of snowballs to be looking down at the ground and the shadows lacing between the battlefield like a nest of sinister black snakes - he lets his own snowy projectile fly, trying to aim for where the boy had disappeared to, but perhaps a fraction too late to be able to hit him.
It’s almost an afterthought that Amhran ducks down behind his own barricade, too, leaving him perhaps a bit too open for retaliation. But hey, all’s fair in snow and war, right? And who knows, maybe he’ll end up with an unintended prize if one of Mel’s duck-laden snowballs hits him.
Amhran follows suit and aims for Vesper, before trying to duck down behind his barricade!
