the harder the rain, honey, the sweeter the sun
"Only life drain?" Never having been around the man Deimos had been when he'd first arrived in Caido, the only version Amhran has ever known is this one, and he can't say he ever sees the Sword resort to that dark sort of magic unless it's necessary. "I can't imagine having to start over again like that. It must have been hard. You were in the Hollowed Grounds to begin with, right?" He's sure Deimos has said as much from their previous trips to the region.
Murmuring his thanks for filling the watering can, Amhran lingers on his last remark as he goes about sprinkling water onto their soon-to-be seedlings. That his magic would grow is basic evolution at work, and he knows as much, but it still gives him a quiet thrill to consider what else he might become. "I can help, with the hazel," he offers with a smile. "I said I would go back towards Torchline for more swimming lessons. I will stop by the Greatwood on the way back - I'm sure they'll have something."
Murmuring his thanks for filling the watering can, Amhran lingers on his last remark as he goes about sprinkling water onto their soon-to-be seedlings. That his magic would grow is basic evolution at work, and he knows as much, but it still gives him a quiet thrill to consider what else he might become. "I can help, with the hazel," he offers with a smile. "I said I would go back towards Torchline for more swimming lessons. I will stop by the Greatwood on the way back - I'm sure they'll have something."
