NIKI
"Mmhm." Sunjata doesn't have to say it for Niki to get the all too familiar sensation of pulling away, the boy immediately regretting that his guest had accidentally been a witness to his dark magic. "Well, here is hoping that I am blessed with time," he agrees, more than content to pack away that subject for now (for good, if ever he finds himself in the Flood's presence again).
With a crooked smile of his own, the necromancer heads past Sunjata and his coffee and down towards the living room where he'd been staying, clearly intending to make the most of the morning light to work at the table there; he has a study, of course, but given that he might yet have company for a little longer, he doesn't want to appear rude. "That depends - how are you at math and measurements?" he asks, grinning over his shoulder and moving to draw back the curtains, letting the golden light spill into the room.
"I am a metalworker by trade. Trinkets, mostly, to get by, but the Fae find them amusing. It requires a steady hand and a lot of sitting around, I am afraid."
With a crooked smile of his own, the necromancer heads past Sunjata and his coffee and down towards the living room where he'd been staying, clearly intending to make the most of the morning light to work at the table there; he has a study, of course, but given that he might yet have company for a little longer, he doesn't want to appear rude. "That depends - how are you at math and measurements?" he asks, grinning over his shoulder and moving to draw back the curtains, letting the golden light spill into the room.
"I am a metalworker by trade. Trinkets, mostly, to get by, but the Fae find them amusing. It requires a steady hand and a lot of sitting around, I am afraid."
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
