the harder the rain, honey, the sweeter the sun
"Oh, he is?" Amhran smiles, swiping a drip of sweat from his temple with the back of his palm as he starts to scoot out from beneath the outcropping. "Of course you can - I trust your judgement. If you say he will respect it then I believe you." He nods, accepting her offered hand and straightening up at last, stretching his arms above his head. "There are plenty of enthusiasts in the Citadel now that we have the greenhouse, but few people who properly study plants." He and Evie are the only ones he truly knows, if he's honest.
Brushing off his clothes, Amhran follows Flora out into the main chamber, the springs sweltering and the steam hot and cloying around his face. Huffing out a long breath, he does at last unbutton his shirt properly to peel it off, setting it beside the basket and the lily container. He's just swept his hair off the back of his neck to tie it up when the Doubletake's voice reaches him, and it's with a soft inhale that he glances across at her. Of course she'd been wearing very much the same in the Halo hotspring, but things look very different beneath the surface of the water than they do right in front of your eyes.
"As ready as I suppose I'll ever be." He smiles, dropping his gaze to slip off his boots and unbutton his pants. Wearing a pair of swimming trunks in a shade of dark, bottle green, he might have owned them for a time, but this is their first outing when it comes to actual swimming. "Where do we start?"
Brushing off his clothes, Amhran follows Flora out into the main chamber, the springs sweltering and the steam hot and cloying around his face. Huffing out a long breath, he does at last unbutton his shirt properly to peel it off, setting it beside the basket and the lily container. He's just swept his hair off the back of his neck to tie it up when the Doubletake's voice reaches him, and it's with a soft inhale that he glances across at her. Of course she'd been wearing very much the same in the Halo hotspring, but things look very different beneath the surface of the water than they do right in front of your eyes.
"As ready as I suppose I'll ever be." He smiles, dropping his gaze to slip off his boots and unbutton his pants. Wearing a pair of swimming trunks in a shade of dark, bottle green, he might have owned them for a time, but this is their first outing when it comes to actual swimming. "Where do we start?"
