the harder the rain, honey, the sweeter the sun
"A cat in a sunbeam," Amhran repeats, as if particularly enjoying that turn of phrase, though of course he can't properly appreciate it when he's suddenly getting a face full of hot water. Sweeping back his now damp curls, his eyes narrow a little playfully at Flora, and for a moment he's seized with the urge to splash at her - though he suppresses it, just about. "Is it easier or more difficult to learn in cooler water?" he wonders as she slips behind him, moving through the springs like silk in a breeze.
He asks because if he's going to end up practicing swimming (gods forbid) then the only comfortable place in Halo is at Safrin's Mirror, so he'd like to know in advance if he's about to pickle himself regularly. But then Flora's hands are on him, gentle but confident, and she encourages him to lean back. "Have you taught many people to swim?" he wonders quietly, doing as she says with a touch of hesitance, before relaxing into her touch and trusting her to keep him buoyant if his own body isn't up to the task.
He asks because if he's going to end up practicing swimming (gods forbid) then the only comfortable place in Halo is at Safrin's Mirror, so he'd like to know in advance if he's about to pickle himself regularly. But then Flora's hands are on him, gentle but confident, and she encourages him to lean back. "Have you taught many people to swim?" he wonders quietly, doing as she says with a touch of hesitance, before relaxing into her touch and trusting her to keep him buoyant if his own body isn't up to the task.
