the harder the rain, honey, the sweeter the sun
"Nature has a way of adapting," Amhran says with an easy shrug even as he's righting himself in the water. "Things grow in all kinds of extremes - look at the lily we just harvested. I imagine some of the native plantlife in Halo would find Torchline to be unbearable." Much in the same way, the Raeling has no innate preference to where he ends up living - though evidently he still needs practice to get used to being in water, regardless of the location.
His expression brightens at the reminder of the snacks he's absolutely forgotten about until now, and as such he doesn't properly realise that Flora has switched them around until the water is suddenly getting much deeper. Sharpening his focus on the movements of her arms and legs in the water, he schools himself into taking slow, deep breaths as he tries to mimic her. Alas, a demigod he might be, but Amhran is still trying to coordinate long, willowy limbs in a very unfamiliar environment, and he manages to tread water for perhaps three or four seconds before he inevitably begins to sink.
His uh oh is lost as he gurgles beneath the surface of the springs, arms flailing away from the calm ovals they'd been making.
His expression brightens at the reminder of the snacks he's absolutely forgotten about until now, and as such he doesn't properly realise that Flora has switched them around until the water is suddenly getting much deeper. Sharpening his focus on the movements of her arms and legs in the water, he schools himself into taking slow, deep breaths as he tries to mimic her. Alas, a demigod he might be, but Amhran is still trying to coordinate long, willowy limbs in a very unfamiliar environment, and he manages to tread water for perhaps three or four seconds before he inevitably begins to sink.
His uh oh is lost as he gurgles beneath the surface of the springs, arms flailing away from the calm ovals they'd been making.
