NIKI
Niki can assure the jolly man trying - and succeeding, might he add - in strong-arming him towards the workstation that he does not look like a baker, and if he insists, he'll prove it to him as well. What actually happens, of course, is a mild and unproductive murmur of protest before he's promptly set up to stand beside a stranger, blinking in confusion at the gathered crowd in the little market on the outskirts of the Sidhe Village and the (equally as befuddled) other 'workshop participants'.
"Hello," he says to Alys, glancing across at her and offering a polite smile. In his thick coat and with a scarf looped around his neck, he proceeds to carefully lean his cane against the side of the table, trusting himself to stay stable if they aren't expected to be going far. "I am afraid not, no," he continues with a slight wince. "I have seen these demonstrations a few times, though. I believe he is going to have us make something so we can show off the quality of his tools or ingredients..."
Which - admirable, surely, but he still doesn't much appreciate being used as said demonstration. "It is nice to meet you," he adds. "My name is Niki."
"Hello," he says to Alys, glancing across at her and offering a polite smile. In his thick coat and with a scarf looped around his neck, he proceeds to carefully lean his cane against the side of the table, trusting himself to stay stable if they aren't expected to be going far. "I am afraid not, no," he continues with a slight wince. "I have seen these demonstrations a few times, though. I believe he is going to have us make something so we can show off the quality of his tools or ingredients..."
Which - admirable, surely, but he still doesn't much appreciate being used as said demonstration. "It is nice to meet you," he adds. "My name is Niki."
stay your pretty eyes on course
i guess i never really faced my fears before
i guess i never really faced my fears before
