when you’ve got endurance

The snow and ice is a gentle sort of music as it drums against the glass, something Amhran finds helps him to focus, and he's almost fallen into a trance with it by the time Noah steps inside. (RIP Amhran, you'd have loved ASMR playlists). Only the sound of his name jolts him back to attention, the Raeling blinking at Noah as if wondering when he'd quite literally appeared in the greenhouse. He's standing among some quite impressive sunflowers, having been replacing their supports to keep them upright, and he straightens up to smile at the other man. "You are in the right place for growing things," he says, rubbing soil off his palms onto the apron he's wearing. "Do you have any preference? We have seeds here for fruits and vegetables as well as for flowers." He beckons him through the rows of greenery towards where the seeds are cultivated and kept to hand. "I assume this is for something other than the joy of growing it...?" It's a guess, but very few people announce a need to grow something just for fun. (Unless you're Amhran). amhran amhran