footprints left in the snow

"Let me know if you want to host it here in Halo or somewhere else. I feel like the snow adds an extra difficulty to dodgeball," Amhran says, chuckling. Snowball fights not so much - slipping on ice is merely a hazard of the game - but dodgeball has the potential to be less unfair on the buttcheeks. As Melita helps herself to some blackberries the Raeling gathers the full boxes, moving them out of the direct sunlight so they can be packaged up a little later on. Whilst the strangeness of their impromptu sleepiness in the Oerwoud is familiar for Amhran - something that still lingers, as they will both soon demonstrate - he's not familiar with the DreamWalker at all, brows furrowing together. "I see," he says; and lucky for the Honeybee, he's not yet familiar enough with the weight of responsibility to see his part in this as anything other than helpful.  "Of course I can," he agrees immediately, nodding. "Shall I send a letter to you with my findings? And is there anything more I should know about the creature for when I go to Rae?" Peepholes, DreamWalker, missing Ludo - he thinks he can handle that much. But then both he and Mel are caught unawares by the sudden haze of sleepiness, the Raeling swaying and having to catch himself as unconsciousness threatens. "Mm, no. I'm sorry too. Maybe a nap for both of us soon, hm?" amhran amhran