i want my life to look like sunflowers and leather

NIKI

"The Bastion, that is right," Niki comments almost under his breath with a nod, as if determining to file that bit of information away. If ever he had the chance to meet Remi Taliesin, undoubtedly he'd be much more reverent, but whether it's in an effort not to obviously fangirl over Flora's father or because there's a lot more to concentrate on for the time being, he lets that string of conversation go easily enough.

"Does it?" he asks, of his hobbies and the way his mind works. "Perhaps that is how she started - tinkering at the back of some funeral parlour. Watch this space, Flora, there are future gods at work." Raising his eyebrows, the amusement in his expression is barely there, but it's enough, and he sets the case down onto the table and eases himself into a seat there. "And I can understand your thinking I was some kind of ghost. I imagine there are not many people who get trapped along a riverbank as I did."

Hooking his cane on the back of his chair in a gesture smooth enough to suggest he's done it hundreds of times, Niki opens the case and begins taking out pieces of equipment and various materials. "May I see that mageglass again, please?" he asks.

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

Code blatently stolen from queen of codes, Sky!