the harder the rain, honey, the sweeter the sun
"A weaver?" Amhran echoes, smiling across at Venna as he strikes at the stone again with his pickaxe, sending a small scattering of glittering specimens across the ground. "That sounds interesting. I've never weaved or hunted, so you're right about these things pulling different people together. Maybe when you finish your apprenticeship, I can bring you a plant as an opening gift for your shop, if you open one," he offers with a grin.
Sah doesn't want him hunting, though - that will absolutely be a bad idea, he can tell him that for nothing.
Gathering up his most recent batch of shinies, he takes them across to the sled to set them in with the rest, smiling as he steps back to admire their hard work. "What do you think?" he asks. "Have we got enough?"
Sah doesn't want him hunting, though - that will absolutely be a bad idea, he can tell him that for nothing.
Gathering up his most recent batch of shinies, he takes them across to the sled to set them in with the rest, smiling as he steps back to admire their hard work. "What do you think?" he asks. "Have we got enough?"
