footprints left in the snow

The reminder of the dodgeball game brings an easy smile to Amhran's lips, the Raeling rising to his feet from his knees and brushing the dirt from his pants. "That's right," he says through a laugh, "I remember now. We should play again one day - I feel like I would be better than I was last time." He's more savvy about the world now at the very least, and his skill at snowball throwing has vastly improved which feels like it ought to translate into dodgeball. "Have some if you like," he says, gesturing to the blackberry bushes, "there are more than enough." Unfortunately it doesn't seem as though Mel has come to see him to reminisce and enjoy the fruits of the greenhouse, and Amhran's eyes widen a fraction to hear of a herald going missing. "I'm sorry to hear that," he says, the apology falling easy and immediate from his tongue. He's about to ask if there's anything he can do when she brings up the Peepholes, and he gives an immediate nod. "I was, yeah," he says. "I fell asleep, and there was this strange bone antler... thing? But before I could figure out what it was, I woke back up." amhran amhran