the harder the rain, honey, the sweeter the sun
Amhran, apparently, has quite the arm on him, and he surprises no one more than himself by smacking another ningo with a snowball and earning himself five hashbrowns points for future endeavours. Watching the birds squawk their displeasure as they're rained upon by pebbles, snow and magic, only once they've settled elsewhere (because obviously they aren't going to keep up the effort of flight to go very far) does he retrieve his stones once again, turning to head south with his companions.
"It does sound as though things are coming to a head, if they are trying to persuade people to stay out of the fight," he agrees, a soft frown on his face as he scatters more stones in the spaces left open by Deimos and Iskra. "At least we will be protected either way - as much as we can be, anyway." He gestures to the work they're currently doing and nods at the request to be careful; not that the Raeling usually strays far from Halo's borders.
Stonnnnesssss
"It does sound as though things are coming to a head, if they are trying to persuade people to stay out of the fight," he agrees, a soft frown on his face as he scatters more stones in the spaces left open by Deimos and Iskra. "At least we will be protected either way - as much as we can be, anyway." He gestures to the work they're currently doing and nods at the request to be careful; not that the Raeling usually strays far from Halo's borders.
Stonnnnesssss
