[SE] i wanna be the last thing anybody ever sees

NIKI

Deepfrost is an understandably difficult time for Niki, given the slippery nature of ice, but he's managing well enough for now. The skies overhead are grey and opaque with latent snowfall, the ground hard packed and crunching with cold underfoot, but other than frost that rimes the edges of buildings and the branches of trees, the flakes are yet to fall. 

He's grateful for that, having headed out to drop some more of his creations to the local stall that sells them for him; tiring of trinket boxes, this next batch takes the form of delicate twists of silver in the shape of branches and twigs, intended to be used as hair ornaments or other such decorations. Easy work, in truth, and not particularly exciting, but he'll need whatever he can trade for firewood and food for the season.

Stopping at the stall in question and leaning against his crutch as he deposits the box down before the merchant, his small talk is polite and dry at best as the man goes through his wares, satisfied with them and querying about some other piece he'd created the past Longheat. Niki remembers it - remembers it had been a pain to make, too, but concedes that he can craft another.

my body's on the line now, I can't fight this time now
I can feel the light shine on my face

Code blatently stolen from queen of codes, Sky!