NIKI
"That seems fair," Niki agrees, nodding and continuing to take out his equipment. "If I do ascend to godhood, though, I would like it to be known that I get the final say on whether Torchline or the Greatwood is the better region." That also only seems fair, in his humble opinion. Once he's content with the tools and initial materials he's produced - pieces of silver and gold, along with some strips of fine leather he'd found in his workshop - he produces a pair of delicately wired spectacles and slips them on.
"Do not speak too soon, Flora," he says, quietly amused, even if his response is aimed down at a pair of fine-toothed pliers, "you have never seen me interact with anybody but you, have you? I may yet be a ghost." Glancing up as he senses her approach, he smiles and accepts the mageglass necklace with a murmur of thanks, immediately getting to work on freeing it from the necklace chain.
"I usually do most things alone," he says with all the honesty of someone who has never attached emotion to the idea of loneliness. "But this is practical work rather than anything theoretical, so I trust my hands to do their job while my mind holds a conversation." Offering her a brief smile over his glasses, his blue eyes are still quite clearly feverish, but he has no intention of paying illness any mind until this new task is done.
"Do not speak too soon, Flora," he says, quietly amused, even if his response is aimed down at a pair of fine-toothed pliers, "you have never seen me interact with anybody but you, have you? I may yet be a ghost." Glancing up as he senses her approach, he smiles and accepts the mageglass necklace with a murmur of thanks, immediately getting to work on freeing it from the necklace chain.
"I usually do most things alone," he says with all the honesty of someone who has never attached emotion to the idea of loneliness. "But this is practical work rather than anything theoretical, so I trust my hands to do their job while my mind holds a conversation." Offering her a brief smile over his glasses, his blue eyes are still quite clearly feverish, but he has no intention of paying illness any mind until this new task is done.
stay your pretty eyes on course
keep the memories of who i was before
keep the memories of who i was before
