the harder the rain, honey, the sweeter the sun
Considering Deimos ’s point, Amhran takes a few seconds before raising his eyebrows and nodding as if accepting it, before returning to his pile of hash browns. Sometimes dirt is preferable, if he’s honest, because at least he might find things to grow. For now, alas, it’s still rocks, and he nods back to Iskra (and Goose) as they finish up their breakfast and prepare to get to work.
Armed with his own bucket, the Raeling goes about scattering the stones, eyes narrowing a bit as he considers them. ”Dirt really is just small rocks, huh,” he mutters, half to himself, before the children are swarming and they are all at risk of this taking much longer.
Not on Amhran’s watch, though, and he crouches down to make a snowball, which he promptly yeets into the fray. ”Snowball fight!” he cries, hoping to instigate the sort of chaos that will distract the kids from disturbing their task.
Amhran scatters rocks and starts a snowball fight to try and distract the children!
Armed with his own bucket, the Raeling goes about scattering the stones, eyes narrowing a bit as he considers them. ”Dirt really is just small rocks, huh,” he mutters, half to himself, before the children are swarming and they are all at risk of this taking much longer.
Not on Amhran’s watch, though, and he crouches down to make a snowball, which he promptly yeets into the fray. ”Snowball fight!” he cries, hoping to instigate the sort of chaos that will distract the kids from disturbing their task.
Amhran scatters rocks and starts a snowball fight to try and distract the children!
