the harder the rain, honey, the sweeter the sun
Amhran is uncharacteristically late, not having been able to find his usual scarf, gloves and ningo pompom hat for the occasion, so he'd dropped by one of the vendors for some replacements. As a result, when he approaches the centre to see Deimos and Erebos, it's with hands covered by new mittens, a long, forest green scarf around his neck and a hat with knitted luxere antlers flopping about with each step.
"Hallo," he greets, having pitched his voice quieter than usual at the memory of the newborn snoozing peacefully against the Warden's chest. Drawing up beside them and offering a smile to Nina as well, his gaze flicks up towards the skijoring. "You'll be on a pony?" he asks Erebos with a raise of his brows. "How do you play? I can be the skiier, if you want."
Has Amhran ever skiied in his life? Nope.
Will it stop him?
You know the answer.
Amhran will be the skiier for Erebos!
"Hallo," he greets, having pitched his voice quieter than usual at the memory of the newborn snoozing peacefully against the Warden's chest. Drawing up beside them and offering a smile to Nina as well, his gaze flicks up towards the skijoring. "You'll be on a pony?" he asks Erebos with a raise of his brows. "How do you play? I can be the skiier, if you want."
Has Amhran ever skiied in his life? Nope.
Will it stop him?
You know the answer.
Amhran will be the skiier for Erebos!
