i want my life to look like sunflowers and leather

NIKI

Listening intently to the information Flora has to give, Niki furrows his brow slightly and nods; from his expression alone the Doubletake will be able to tell that he has plenty of ideas; they need only to find a home. "How big is the stone?" he asks, shifting on his feet and wincing a little, as if just realising how stiff his limbs are growing standing here in the middle of the freezing cold forest. "Depending on that would determine what I could try to make."

Oh, but then apparently he's not only visiting Torchline in the blink of an eye, he's staying with someone he's only met once before, and for less than an hour at that. "That is very kind of you," he says with the air of someone deeply uncomfortable who is running out of ways to say no. "I will keep the offer in mind. Hopefully I will feel better in a few days anyway."

Stepping away from the Mathair - not only to help keep the feeling in his legs but also because he suddenly doesn't want to find himself obnoxiously close to the goddess based on what Flora has to say about her. "Mm, there are still plenty of stories about her. The Fae enjoy telling them around campfires when it gets dark." AKA, the Mathair is a spooky story to tell at night. "I suppose it is not a bad thing, though, to have something so fierce and wild as the patron of the forest."

stay your pretty eyes on course
keep the memories of who i was before

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