NIKI
Startled out of whatever reverie he's been in, evidently this idle practice of his magic is a regular occurrence (and the moth has likely been brought back several times already, in retrospect), but as his focus swings from the window to Sunjata he loses his grip on his necromancy, and the insect drops harmlessly back to the window sill. "Good morning," he murmurs, shifting to draw up the neck of the green sweater he'd pulled on where it has started to drop off his shoulder, revealing, if only for a second, the edge of a deep and diagonal scar creeping in towards his chest.
"Ah - apologies. I am an Abandoned, and I... well. It is not a typical magic." Wincing, he gestures towards the pot of coffee and a few mugs stacked and ready for Sunjata to choose from. "I hope you slept well," he intones, reflexively wiping off the hand he'd been using to perform said magic and adjusting to turn away from the window to face the Flood properly.
"Ah - apologies. I am an Abandoned, and I... well. It is not a typical magic." Wincing, he gestures towards the pot of coffee and a few mugs stacked and ready for Sunjata to choose from. "I hope you slept well," he intones, reflexively wiping off the hand he'd been using to perform said magic and adjusting to turn away from the window to face the Flood properly.
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
