Neron
the wind breathes lonely
longing to be seen
longing to be seen
"Sorry I'm late," says Neron as he arrives at the shrine with Kiada and Wessex. He isn't though. Obviously.
Yes, yes, the Hailstorm has received all of the correspondence and has heard all of the rumours, and although he understands (nay, he has suggested it more than once), he's not particularly pleased to be approaching the Eirachi under any circumstance.
"What are we doing?" Has he just arrived in time for them all to treat Wessex like a juicebox? Because that's what it sounds like. And honestly, if they're dealing with an ice goddess as well as what might lurk beneath the Sea of Glass, it feels like a smart idea.
Yes, yes, the Hailstorm has received all of the correspondence and has heard all of the rumours, and although he understands (nay, he has suggested it more than once), he's not particularly pleased to be approaching the Eirachi under any circumstance.
"What are we doing?" Has he just arrived in time for them all to treat Wessex like a juicebox? Because that's what it sounds like. And honestly, if they're dealing with an ice goddess as well as what might lurk beneath the Sea of Glass, it feels like a smart idea.
sometimes the soul
has days like these
has days like these
