the harder the rain, honey, the sweeter the sun
"Mmm? Oh - yes, I can." Amhran's smile is a little shy as he glances across to Iskra, giving him a subtle nod. "I'm a child of Rae, and this is one of my abilities. This Leafchange will be the first time it sees some use, though." Some fruition, he should say, but the Raeling is feeling the drag of a year between lilies as fervently as any of those searching the Climb and the Greatwood for flowers.
Still, at least there's a fat ningo being hit squarely in the head with a snowball to cheer him up, and he has to bite his lips into a thin line to stop from bursting out laughing at its squawking protest. With cheeks reddening at the effort to contain his amusement, he ducks his head down and vigilantly places his stones as he follows them east. Only as Goose finally returns does he seem able to properly hold a conversation again, Amhran grinning over his scarf at the canine.
"One would argue that it was a better stick," he says, "given how well you threw it."
Still, at least there's a fat ningo being hit squarely in the head with a snowball to cheer him up, and he has to bite his lips into a thin line to stop from bursting out laughing at its squawking protest. With cheeks reddening at the effort to contain his amusement, he ducks his head down and vigilantly places his stones as he follows them east. Only as Goose finally returns does he seem able to properly hold a conversation again, Amhran grinning over his scarf at the canine.
"One would argue that it was a better stick," he says, "given how well you threw it."
