the harder the rain, honey, the sweeter the sun
A snowball to the shoulder is a small price to pay for the protection of their rocks, and Amhran takes it like a good sport. Grinning after the kids - evidently playing with the snow is the key to banishing some of his moodiness - he brushes the powder from his coat and watches them for a moment as they prepare their battlements, before moving on. "Alright," he calls to Deimos, smiling between the Sword and Iskra and feeling a little more awake as he continues to scatter his rocks.
Which is about when the ningo appear, and you know what? When something works, why change it? Besides which, the Raeling has thrown more than one snowball at the puffy birds in his time, and there's never an occasion when it isn't mildly funny. And so, leaning down once again to scoop up some snow, he forms it into a fat ball and launches it towards the flock, hoping to scatter them before they consider any shenanigans.
Falling back on ol' reliable, Amhran yeets a snowball at the ningo flock too for good measure.
Which is about when the ningo appear, and you know what? When something works, why change it? Besides which, the Raeling has thrown more than one snowball at the puffy birds in his time, and there's never an occasion when it isn't mildly funny. And so, leaning down once again to scoop up some snow, he forms it into a fat ball and launches it towards the flock, hoping to scatter them before they consider any shenanigans.
Falling back on ol' reliable, Amhran yeets a snowball at the ningo flock too for good measure.
