the harder the rain, honey, the sweeter the sun
"I can take the sled," Amhran offers immediately; given his enjoyment of song and animals, it's hardly a surprise for him to volunteer for such a task. He's just accepting the rope from Deimos when he realises one of the younger deer has bolted, and he's half turning in his saddle when the Sword calls Noah down from the skies above. Tilting his head up for just long enough to catch sight of the Attuned, it's only then that he remembers himself and nods to the others.
"Okay, let's go," he agrees, urging his well-mannered gelding forward and keeping the rope in one hand so he can drag the sled of goodies along behind them. Once he thinks he's gotten a good few paces ahead, his voice lilts up again to entice the luxere to follow; mellow and soft but strong enough to carry across the herd of glowing antlers and nervous hoofsteps, hopefully it will be enough.
Amhran takes the rope for the sled of treats to lead the luxere further onwards!
"Okay, let's go," he agrees, urging his well-mannered gelding forward and keeping the rope in one hand so he can drag the sled of goodies along behind them. Once he thinks he's gotten a good few paces ahead, his voice lilts up again to entice the luxere to follow; mellow and soft but strong enough to carry across the herd of glowing antlers and nervous hoofsteps, hopefully it will be enough.
Amhran takes the rope for the sled of treats to lead the luxere further onwards!
