the harder the rain, honey, the sweeter the sun
Glancing up at the sound of his name, Amhran offers a wave to both Deimos and Erebos, holding up his treats (but wisely not mentioning the pack of sparklers in his coat pocket). "Ginger cake," he calls. "It's really good!" And he'll be more than willing to share once they take their seats, and he's quite certain that between he and Erebos, they will be entertained with snacks and stories aplenty for the duration of the event. (There might also be a sugar high to contend with, but that seems more like a Deimos problem).
He has just settled when Iskra moves to sit beside him, the Raeling offering him a companionable smile and raising his cup of mulled cider in greeting. "Have you ever attended one of these before?" he asks, his voice pitched a little lower just in case he misses it when Nina begins the proceedings. "I haven't, but it seems like a good way to celebrate staying warm, right?"
He has just settled when Iskra moves to sit beside him, the Raeling offering him a companionable smile and raising his cup of mulled cider in greeting. "Have you ever attended one of these before?" he asks, his voice pitched a little lower just in case he misses it when Nina begins the proceedings. "I haven't, but it seems like a good way to celebrate staying warm, right?"
