NIKI
"A queen in life and a queen in death," Niki acknowledges with a respectful nod towards her; he may not be a ghost and he may not know much about hauntings from a personal standpoint, but everything Flora says certainly points to a spectral reign of terror. As for necromancers because I'm shit and I forgot to respond to that bit Niki does have a little more experience in that arena, gently gesturing towards himself. "I am Abandoned," he explains. "Apologies - I thought you had seen my magic back on the bridge when we met."
Cue Flora thinking twice about her liking him, he supposes.
"And yes, I have never been considered particularly healthy, I suppose," he says with a shrug. It would be easy to look at others and let envy turn him bitter - and some days are certainly more difficult than others - but by and large, Niki doesn't know what he's missing to resent it. "Probably for the best that I did not have a burning interest in becoming a woodsman or a hunter, no?" He smirks.
While jewellery making may not be his passion, it is after all what brings his income, and he can appreciate a compliment for what it is. Smiling to hear her approval - and accepting the squeeze to his bony shoulder, he glances back to the bracelet and nods. "Yes, I think so," he says, reaching into his bag and withdrawing a set of delicate, minute engraving tools, as well as a standing magnifying glass. "Would you like to do it yourself?" he asks, offering them out.
Cue Flora thinking twice about her liking him, he supposes.
"And yes, I have never been considered particularly healthy, I suppose," he says with a shrug. It would be easy to look at others and let envy turn him bitter - and some days are certainly more difficult than others - but by and large, Niki doesn't know what he's missing to resent it. "Probably for the best that I did not have a burning interest in becoming a woodsman or a hunter, no?" He smirks.
While jewellery making may not be his passion, it is after all what brings his income, and he can appreciate a compliment for what it is. Smiling to hear her approval - and accepting the squeeze to his bony shoulder, he glances back to the bracelet and nods. "Yes, I think so," he says, reaching into his bag and withdrawing a set of delicate, minute engraving tools, as well as a standing magnifying glass. "Would you like to do it yourself?" he asks, offering them out.
stay your pretty eyes on course
keep the memories of who i was before
keep the memories of who i was before
