the harder the rain, honey, the sweeter the sun
A melodic laugh spills from Amhran's lips as Erebos replaces his image of a serene weeping willow next to some pond with a branch-whacking monstrosity, and he shrugs his shoulders and concedes that, yes, it might be an option whether he engages in it or not. "Maybe I could even grow apples, to make pie," he suggests, though he has no doubt that the boy will be able to turn that ability, too, into some apple-firing projectile rather than a dessert.
"I thought so too," he says of the muffins, smiling and grabbing a container out of the cupboard to load the still-cooling treats into it. "Come on, let's go on a muffin delivery," he says. "You can tell everyone about your spellings, too. I'll vouch for you - definitely good enough to put on the fridge." And with that the Raeling is away, basket under one arm, expectant that Erebos will follow with equal parts joy and mischief, and all is right with the world.
~FIN
"I thought so too," he says of the muffins, smiling and grabbing a container out of the cupboard to load the still-cooling treats into it. "Come on, let's go on a muffin delivery," he says. "You can tell everyone about your spellings, too. I'll vouch for you - definitely good enough to put on the fridge." And with that the Raeling is away, basket under one arm, expectant that Erebos will follow with equal parts joy and mischief, and all is right with the world.
~FIN
