NIKI
Nodding slowly, Niki thinks for a moment before raising his mug to his lips and blowing on the tea, then finally taking a sip. "Would you like to talk about her?" he ventures softly. "About her as a person, rather than the events of her death, I mean. Though if you think speaking about that would help as well, by all means." The necromancer has heard dozens of stories about loved ones having passed on, still finding it second nature to provide that space for grieving people to speak. "We could go down into the Undercroft to sit as well, if you would like. Though I imagine they will make us whisper."
Which, for someone with a sunny personality (as Flora ought to know), this might be quite difficult, and Niki dryly raises an eyebrow at the description attributed to him. "Quite so," he agrees, as unsunnily as you like, before venturing to lean against one of the large, gnarled boughs of the trees to take the weight off his bad leg.
Which, for someone with a sunny personality (as Flora ought to know), this might be quite difficult, and Niki dryly raises an eyebrow at the description attributed to him. "Quite so," he agrees, as unsunnily as you like, before venturing to lean against one of the large, gnarled boughs of the trees to take the weight off his bad leg.
stay your pretty eyes on course
keep the memories of who i was before
keep the memories of who i was before
