the harder the rain, honey, the sweeter the sun
With his trowel in hand and familiar work ahead, Amhran is already settling into a quiet sort of serenity, preparing to turn over the earth when he senses a wash of heat from beside him. Eyebrows raising, he glances sidelong to Deimos just in time to spot the fyrhund dig and kick a few sprays of earth free, the Raeling having to stifle his laughter behind his hand lest he disturb anyone else in the greenhouse. "I don't think I've ever seen that method before," he admits, shifting out of range of the dirt bath (even after Deimos controls himself) and starting his own work.
He goes more slowly and methodically, of course, but in no time at all the plots are fully prepared for the seeds, and Amhran begins to divide out his melons, peppers and berries, planting each carefully into their assigned spots before covering them with fresh soil and patting them down, like he's tucking them in for bed. "If they grow right, we should have quite a lot of yield at Longheat and even beyond that," he says with a satisfied smile.
He goes more slowly and methodically, of course, but in no time at all the plots are fully prepared for the seeds, and Amhran begins to divide out his melons, peppers and berries, planting each carefully into their assigned spots before covering them with fresh soil and patting them down, like he's tucking them in for bed. "If they grow right, we should have quite a lot of yield at Longheat and even beyond that," he says with a satisfied smile.
