the harder the rain, honey, the sweeter the sun
"Oh! Thank you," Amhran says, feeling his ears turn pink and trying and failing to hide his smile. He picks up his pace to continue placing the last of their stones, seeming rejuvinated not just by the praise but also by the fact that he can see where they'd started, meaning that the banal task is almost over. It's been a stroke of luck that both the conversation and the mini-competition to strike ningo have made the time pass relatively quickly, but that doesn't mean he's not eager to see the back of it.
Laughing at Iskra's accusation, Amhran shakes his head solemnly, though the lie is written all over his face. "Never," he promises - but if Goose gets snuck a hashbrown or two at the table later, that's between him and the canine. In the meantime, able to sprinkle the last of his stones and return his bucket, the young demigod rolls his shoulders and sighs in relief. "Another game of rocks finished," he concludes, before following his companions back towards second breakfast.
Laughing at Iskra's accusation, Amhran shakes his head solemnly, though the lie is written all over his face. "Never," he promises - but if Goose gets snuck a hashbrown or two at the table later, that's between him and the canine. In the meantime, able to sprinkle the last of his stones and return his bucket, the young demigod rolls his shoulders and sighs in relief. "Another game of rocks finished," he concludes, before following his companions back towards second breakfast.
