NIKI
Missing - perhaps for the best - the way that Flora seems to speak to (and thank) the Mathair, Niki rounds the rest of the huge tree trunk and falls to a halt, not complaining one bit as the Doubletake takes it upon herself to be the one to close the rest of the distance between them. "I can struggle with names at times," he tells her with a mix of apology and amusement, pleased to have recognised her in the first place in truth. "What brings you back into the Greatwood so soon?" He'd seen her briefly at the Festival of Lights, it's true, but given that it's the place where she'd been murdered, she's the last person he expects to see wandering about by herself.
As for whether he's okay, of course Niki gives little more than a stoic nod; he'll live, he hopes thinks, and he is feeling a fraction better now that he's stopped actively moving so much. "Deepfrost," he says with a shrug. "The cold has always been unkind to me. I will manage." Or he won't. Either way, he's not about to make it Flora's problem if he can help it, the boy glancing up at the colossal, snow heavy boughs overhead. "She is magnificent, is she not?" he says of the Mathair.
As for whether he's okay, of course Niki gives little more than a stoic nod; he'll live, he hopes thinks, and he is feeling a fraction better now that he's stopped actively moving so much. "Deepfrost," he says with a shrug. "The cold has always been unkind to me. I will manage." Or he won't. Either way, he's not about to make it Flora's problem if he can help it, the boy glancing up at the colossal, snow heavy boughs overhead. "She is magnificent, is she not?" he says of the Mathair.
stay your pretty eyes on course
keep the memories of who i was before
keep the memories of who i was before
