the harder the rain, honey, the sweeter the sun
Intrigued by watching Deimos fix up the walls as they continue along their way - Amhran can't help but admire earth magic, being who he is - the Raeling absently scatters more stones until he realises Iskra is completing the task with much more enthusiasm. Picking up his own pace, he tilts his head towards the fat ningo before scoffing and (yes, immediately getting distracted) crouching to make a snowball.
"We will be able to harvest the lily I planted in The Climb next season," he says softly, not that he thinks even for a moment that Deimos would have forgotten. "And I can plant another then, too. Though I don't know where things will stand a year from now..." It isn't ideal for the lilies to take a full cycle through the seasons to come to fruition, but it's better than nothing, he supposes.
Tossing the snowball at the ningo perhaps a little harder than intended, Amhran is already turning away to watch Goose and his antics. "Perhaps he's found something better than a stick?" he ventures.
"We will be able to harvest the lily I planted in The Climb next season," he says softly, not that he thinks even for a moment that Deimos would have forgotten. "And I can plant another then, too. Though I don't know where things will stand a year from now..." It isn't ideal for the lilies to take a full cycle through the seasons to come to fruition, but it's better than nothing, he supposes.
Tossing the snowball at the ningo perhaps a little harder than intended, Amhran is already turning away to watch Goose and his antics. "Perhaps he's found something better than a stick?" he ventures.
