Neron
the wind breathes lonely
longing to be seen
longing to be seen
Smiling at her attempt at the Halo accent, Neron places down his list so he can approach to help her get down the bottle from the top shelf. "It disbanded when Sunjata left Torchline I think," he murmurs of the business downstairs. "I did speak to him about it the other night, though. We're going to try to bring it back up, but we need to scout for new members in the Grounds." What's a guild without people to be a part of it, and all that?
The close proximity clearly doesn't bother the Hailstorm, and whether she remains on the stool or hops down is of little consequence to Neron. Retrieving the bottle, he climbs down and wipes off the dust, turning it this way and that to try and find a label. Hell if he knows what it is. "Oh, that's a clever idea," he says of her old house, steel eyes flashing up to offer her a fanged smirk. "Perhaps they'll come free with a couple of burly guys to do the work as well."
The close proximity clearly doesn't bother the Hailstorm, and whether she remains on the stool or hops down is of little consequence to Neron. Retrieving the bottle, he climbs down and wipes off the dust, turning it this way and that to try and find a label. Hell if he knows what it is. "Oh, that's a clever idea," he says of her old house, steel eyes flashing up to offer her a fanged smirk. "Perhaps they'll come free with a couple of burly guys to do the work as well."
sometimes the soul
has days like these
has days like these
