the harder the rain, honey, the sweeter the sun
Unable not to snort as his snowball completely takes out one of the ningo on the Citadel walls like he's playing some rigged carnival game, Amhran at least has the decency to wince through his laughter. He glances at Deimos as the challenge spills from the other man's lips, the Raeling meanwhile starting to deposit his stones further around the borders of the area. "Sounds fair to me," he begins, until he's interrupted by his own laughter at the ningo whirling merrily away on a tornado.
Unable to do such a thing himself, he contents himself with another well-packed snowball and lobs it in the birds' general direction, by which time Deimos is talking shop about The Family and Amhran falls very, very quiet. "What did they want?" he asks, turning to gaze across at the Sword. "Should we be worried?"
Amhran listens in and yeets another snowball!
Unable to do such a thing himself, he contents himself with another well-packed snowball and lobs it in the birds' general direction, by which time Deimos is talking shop about The Family and Amhran falls very, very quiet. "What did they want?" he asks, turning to gaze across at the Sword. "Should we be worried?"
Amhran listens in and yeets another snowball!
