NIKI
It has to be something quite special for Niki to climb up and into the Observatory, for no other reason than it takes him, understandably, a little more time to get amongst the boughs than most. But he's there, already present by the time the Honeybee makes her entrance with gourd and dragon in tow, the boy having settled himself at a stool at the railings of one of the balconies, the stars already beginning to peep and sprawl overhead.
They don't particularly fascinate him in and of themselves, the stars, but tonight there is supposed to be a meteor shower, and that's rare enough to have him out late and up in the trees in the dark. With his crutch hooked over the railing in easy reach, what looks like a textbook in hand, and a few papers scattered across the small table before him, he's the picture of studious banality - likely an easy target for Melita and her mischief on most days.
They don't particularly fascinate him in and of themselves, the stars, but tonight there is supposed to be a meteor shower, and that's rare enough to have him out late and up in the trees in the dark. With his crutch hooked over the railing in easy reach, what looks like a textbook in hand, and a few papers scattered across the small table before him, he's the picture of studious banality - likely an easy target for Melita and her mischief on most days.
my body's on the line now; I can't fight this time now
I can feel the light shine on my face
I can feel the light shine on my face
