NIKI
Tilting his head to the side as if to better see how the mageglass catches the light, Niki steps closer to Flora as well as away from the Mathair to inspect the stone further. "I do not have much experience with leatherwork, but I could probably make something like that," he says slowly, the decision coming after a few heavy beats of logic; considering this will (presumably) be a gift rather than some experiment he can sink his teeth into, he'd never offer something he wasn't confident he could deliver.
Wrinkling his nose ever so slightly in agreement, he can't help but acknowledge that Flora is right, and whilst, to his credit, he's survived this many Deepfrosts, there's no telling how things might pan out if he doesn't recover from this bout of illness. (And if the Greatwood continues to get him lost whenever he sets foot outside his house). "I promise I will think about it," he says, inclining his head towards her. "Though I do not really drink, so I am afraid those cocktails may be lost on me."
As the Doubletake finally steps away from the Mathair, Niki is once again reminded of the getting lost element of his day as Flora apologises, of all things. "Hm...? You... were looking for me?" he asks slowly; suddenly the very friendly invite to Torchline is beginning to feel like a staged kidnapping, and he glances towards the forest path. "I think I can probably manage alone. Thank you, though."
Wrinkling his nose ever so slightly in agreement, he can't help but acknowledge that Flora is right, and whilst, to his credit, he's survived this many Deepfrosts, there's no telling how things might pan out if he doesn't recover from this bout of illness. (And if the Greatwood continues to get him lost whenever he sets foot outside his house). "I promise I will think about it," he says, inclining his head towards her. "Though I do not really drink, so I am afraid those cocktails may be lost on me."
As the Doubletake finally steps away from the Mathair, Niki is once again reminded of the getting lost element of his day as Flora apologises, of all things. "Hm...? You... were looking for me?" he asks slowly; suddenly the very friendly invite to Torchline is beginning to feel like a staged kidnapping, and he glances towards the forest path. "I think I can probably manage alone. Thank you, though."
stay your pretty eyes on course
keep the memories of who i was before
keep the memories of who i was before
