NIKI
"I can recommend some salons in the Greatwood if you are in the mood for having your hair played with," Niki says with a smile he hides very well behind his mug of tea, the boy clearly not in the habit of taking the bait someone throws out for him, even when it's Flora. The same goes, evidently, for his necromancy, and at her catlike smile Niki lowers his mug back to his lap, gazing at her with a mild and polite sort of interest that absolutely disguises the whirring mind beneath.
"I could not possibly say," he says dryly. "But no. I am afraid my work was solemn but boring in that regard." And here Flora's truth ring will absolutely flare with heat. "Nobody got up and walked away. I am afraid all of our visitors who arrived where dead when they got there, and remained that way." That part, at least, does seem to be true.
"I could not possibly say," he says dryly. "But no. I am afraid my work was solemn but boring in that regard." And here Flora's truth ring will absolutely flare with heat. "Nobody got up and walked away. I am afraid all of our visitors who arrived where dead when they got there, and remained that way." That part, at least, does seem to be true.
stay your pretty eyes on course
keep the memories of who i was before
keep the memories of who i was before
