NIKI
"For the best on both of our parts, it seems," Niki says, his amusement still written in his expression as he inclines his head towards Melita. Perhaps in the future they might meet again, and time and experience might make a combatant out of this bookish scholar; for now, though, it's all raggedy butterflies and dry humour. Once she's finished with her inspection of the insect, he manipulates it into walking back onto the lip of the jar, wings flexing a few times.
"More than I care to admit on a good day," he tells her quietly of the concentration it takes, and already the tight lines of focus on his face suggest that he's all but exhausted the magic. With gentle precision, he guides the butterfly back into the jar and releases his hold upon it, slouching a touch in his seat. "Granted, it is good practice, to hold a conversation at the same time. So thank you for that."
No sooner has he capped the jar when a soft murmur rises up from those seated around and above them; overhead, the shower has seemingly made an early appearance, and soft jets of light can be seen painting the skies above.
"More than I care to admit on a good day," he tells her quietly of the concentration it takes, and already the tight lines of focus on his face suggest that he's all but exhausted the magic. With gentle precision, he guides the butterfly back into the jar and releases his hold upon it, slouching a touch in his seat. "Granted, it is good practice, to hold a conversation at the same time. So thank you for that."
No sooner has he capped the jar when a soft murmur rises up from those seated around and above them; overhead, the shower has seemingly made an early appearance, and soft jets of light can be seen painting the skies above.
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
