NIKI
"Passing out might be part of my training methodology," Niki informs her haughtily, though he does (reluctantly) incline his head in agreement with her. "If nothing else, I suppose I will become very hydrated should I visit Torchline," he reasons. All for the best, really, given that the region will likely be the death of him should he get heatstroke or be swept away by an errant wave. (To the surprise of absolutely nobody, Niki is not a very competent swimmer).
Watching the table expectantly as if there might really be a spirit ready inside it to jump out and scare Flora, when the wooden surface remains stubbornly silent, he merely shakes his head. "It must be shy," he says. "And one could argue that I can metaphorically haunt this house, given that I wander around it alone quite a lot. I also sleepwalk on occasion, so that can result in some interesting situations not unlike hauntings."
Nodding at her request for the box, Niki reaches for his cane. "Of course it is no trouble. I keep plenty of them for the other pieces I make for the marketplace," he assures her, shifting with practice to get himself on his feet, though he does reach out to steady himself on the back of the chair as a wave of dizziness seizes his senses. "Coffee sounds necessary as well as like a good break," he confirms, shaking it off and heading for the door. "Shall I meet you on the porch?"
Watching the table expectantly as if there might really be a spirit ready inside it to jump out and scare Flora, when the wooden surface remains stubbornly silent, he merely shakes his head. "It must be shy," he says. "And one could argue that I can metaphorically haunt this house, given that I wander around it alone quite a lot. I also sleepwalk on occasion, so that can result in some interesting situations not unlike hauntings."
Nodding at her request for the box, Niki reaches for his cane. "Of course it is no trouble. I keep plenty of them for the other pieces I make for the marketplace," he assures her, shifting with practice to get himself on his feet, though he does reach out to steady himself on the back of the chair as a wave of dizziness seizes his senses. "Coffee sounds necessary as well as like a good break," he confirms, shaking it off and heading for the door. "Shall I meet you on the porch?"
stay your pretty eyes on course
keep the memories of who i was before
keep the memories of who i was before
