NIKI
Watching with both an academic and a personal interest as Sunjata spreads the healed wing, Niki traces the flight feathers where they fan out and then warp with the scarring, head tilting ever so slightly as if the Flood has become little more than a very attractive study in anatomy. "I am sorry to hear that. It is a very callous thing, to clip a bird's wings," he says softly. Undoubtedly worse when it's done courtesy of one's father, not that he has any reference for a paternal relationship.
"I am glad you can still fly at least. And I thought your wings were different in the woods, though I did not want to say anything in case it was my own imagination." A dragon had certainly made quite formidable sense given the rest of Sunjata's partial shift, though. Clearing his throat and forcing himself to look away from the demigod, Niki straightens as best he's able and nods to the other man. "I will let you sleep," he says. "There is tea in the kitchen, and water. Help yourself, if you need anything."
"I am glad you can still fly at least. And I thought your wings were different in the woods, though I did not want to say anything in case it was my own imagination." A dragon had certainly made quite formidable sense given the rest of Sunjata's partial shift, though. Clearing his throat and forcing himself to look away from the demigod, Niki straightens as best he's able and nods to the other man. "I will let you sleep," he says. "There is tea in the kitchen, and water. Help yourself, if you need anything."
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
