the harder the rain, honey, the sweeter the sun
"Oh, I agree. But it does get very cold if you go too far out of the Citadel," Amhran says with the air of someone who has fucked around and found out. "I think I am becoming quite good at snowball fights, though." Granted, it would almost be blasphemous if he wasn't, given that he's got access to opportunity and ammo every single season.
He finishes adding the chocolate to the saucepan before setting the board aside and stepping back to watch Deimos stir it into being, relishing the smell of cocoa that continues to twist through the air. "I am?" He chuckles at that, shrugging his shoulders. "Maybe that's a sign that you should take one," he suggests. "Especially now that things are peaceful for a bit. Take advantage of it, right?"
Amhran reaches out to take over stirring while Deimos goes to collect the mugs, nodding as the Sword explains his reasoning and his training methods. "Maybe I should come and try it out some time," he says with a crooked smile; lanky and not at all muscular, it should at least provide some entertainment for the other soldiers if nothing else.
He finishes adding the chocolate to the saucepan before setting the board aside and stepping back to watch Deimos stir it into being, relishing the smell of cocoa that continues to twist through the air. "I am?" He chuckles at that, shrugging his shoulders. "Maybe that's a sign that you should take one," he suggests. "Especially now that things are peaceful for a bit. Take advantage of it, right?"
Amhran reaches out to take over stirring while Deimos goes to collect the mugs, nodding as the Sword explains his reasoning and his training methods. "Maybe I should come and try it out some time," he says with a crooked smile; lanky and not at all muscular, it should at least provide some entertainment for the other soldiers if nothing else.
