DEIMOS
Snorting at the indication of the snowball fights, he nodded. “As you should.” One needed to perfect their ammunition and give some credit to Halovian fixtures and citizens; if anything, being adept to the cold features leant some credence to their hardy way of life. Letting Amhran stir while he rustled around finding the two largest mugs they owned, his head tilted, then he sneakily went over to the next cabinet, snagging at cinnamon and marshmallows tucked within.
Placing those on the counter, he eyed the pan, huffing at the vacation notions. While he didn’t sigh, because he’d been contemplating it for several weeks regardless, he did casually arch a brow, segment a long sigh into place. “I suppose. For a few days. Maybe.” Leaving it at that, for now, he nodded at the concoction. “Looks ready.”
Turning down the burner and removing the pan from the still scorching surface, he grabbed a nearby ladle, ready to pour portions within, opting his gaze to flicker back to Amhran’s though – surprised at the notion, but open to the semblance nonetheless. He’d never pressed, coaxed, or implored the Raeling to try his hand at training – much like anyone else – willing and able if they ever wanted to strive for defensive and offensive measures. “You are always welcome. And if weapons are not your thing, there is the climbing wall.” He gave a juvenile and boyish grin, before sending the filled mug over to the demigod. "May want to give it a few minutes to cool down," at which he modeled dipping the ladle within, getting some of his own, and beginning to place marshmallows along the top.
Placing those on the counter, he eyed the pan, huffing at the vacation notions. While he didn’t sigh, because he’d been contemplating it for several weeks regardless, he did casually arch a brow, segment a long sigh into place. “I suppose. For a few days. Maybe.” Leaving it at that, for now, he nodded at the concoction. “Looks ready.”
Turning down the burner and removing the pan from the still scorching surface, he grabbed a nearby ladle, ready to pour portions within, opting his gaze to flicker back to Amhran’s though – surprised at the notion, but open to the semblance nonetheless. He’d never pressed, coaxed, or implored the Raeling to try his hand at training – much like anyone else – willing and able if they ever wanted to strive for defensive and offensive measures. “You are always welcome. And if weapons are not your thing, there is the climbing wall.” He gave a juvenile and boyish grin, before sending the filled mug over to the demigod. "May want to give it a few minutes to cool down," at which he modeled dipping the ladle within, getting some of his own, and beginning to place marshmallows along the top.
think about this
you have the ability to survive anything
you have the ability to survive anything
