Neron
the wind breathes lonely
longing to be seen
longing to be seen
Neron merely wrinkles his nose at the idea of heading the guild, and he waves a hand at her. "I like plausible deniability for just about everything," he says; something he'd been sorely missing as Warden. "And call me crazy, but right now I'm enjoying the freedom of just... being. You know?" Maybe she doesn't. Either way, Neron certainly is not a leader these days. A lawyer, maybe. But not a leader.
"I could teach you some clever sleight of hand, or how to keep a good poker face," he says with a grin, before tilting his head back down at the cider in his hands. Her suggestion is a decent one, and Neron gives her a gentle nod. "Alright, let's do it," he says, offering her out the bottle. "You get the honour of opening it. I will get some glasses."
And he does just that, once she's accepted the burden of family cider from him. Blowing into each glass, his magic causes frost to coat it, ensuring that it will be icy cold for them to drink.
"I could teach you some clever sleight of hand, or how to keep a good poker face," he says with a grin, before tilting his head back down at the cider in his hands. Her suggestion is a decent one, and Neron gives her a gentle nod. "Alright, let's do it," he says, offering her out the bottle. "You get the honour of opening it. I will get some glasses."
And he does just that, once she's accepted the burden of family cider from him. Blowing into each glass, his magic causes frost to coat it, ensuring that it will be icy cold for them to drink.
sometimes the soul
has days like these
has days like these
