the harder the rain, honey, the sweeter the sun
Amhran listens intently to the explanation offered by Erebos, his head tilting towards a rider and skiier as they race by - for a bit, anyway, until it's just the rider and a rope trailing behind them. Still, it seems fun enough, though if Sparkles is anything to go by he's not certain they'll reach even half the speed the other pair were getting. "We will," he calls over his shoulder to Deimos and waves to Nina as they depart to practice, glancing back to Erebos once they're near to the equipment stands.
"Never," he offers brightly of skiing, his smile nevertheless thrilled. "But I did learn to ice skate, and so I feel like that must be similar in terms of balancing at least, right? Skiing is the one with the big sleds on your feet and the sticks, yes?" He thinks so, but it had been difficult to tell what the man tumbling in the snow had been wearing once he'd lost the horserider.
Providing that is the case, he'll outfit himself in a pair of skiis and spend a bit of time strapping his feet into them, before grinning to Erebos as if to ask what next.
"Never," he offers brightly of skiing, his smile nevertheless thrilled. "But I did learn to ice skate, and so I feel like that must be similar in terms of balancing at least, right? Skiing is the one with the big sleds on your feet and the sticks, yes?" He thinks so, but it had been difficult to tell what the man tumbling in the snow had been wearing once he'd lost the horserider.
Providing that is the case, he'll outfit himself in a pair of skiis and spend a bit of time strapping his feet into them, before grinning to Erebos as if to ask what next.
