NIKI
"I should hope not," Niki agrees with a gentle incline of his head. "There are certainly much scarier things in these woods than me." Granted, he can see how anyone wandering around a notoriously haunted patch of the Greatwood in a dark, hooded jacket could be considered ominous, but Theea is in luck today; Niki is more interested in arranging his candles than trying to put a curse on her or lead her astray.
Straightening up once he is satisfied and drawing his hood forward to try to stop the steady downpour from hitting his face, his overbright gaze flicks back to the sapling and its adornments at her question, and he offers her a small shrug. "They used to be grave markers," he admits, "before the woods changed after the war. Then they turned into these. This one in particular is for someone I used to know. I try to visit at least once a season to pay my respects, but I appear to have picked the wettest day in Flowerbirth for the journey this year."
Straightening up once he is satisfied and drawing his hood forward to try to stop the steady downpour from hitting his face, his overbright gaze flicks back to the sapling and its adornments at her question, and he offers her a small shrug. "They used to be grave markers," he admits, "before the woods changed after the war. Then they turned into these. This one in particular is for someone I used to know. I try to visit at least once a season to pay my respects, but I appear to have picked the wettest day in Flowerbirth for the journey this year."
my body's on the line now, I can't fight this time now
I can feel the light shine on my face
I can feel the light shine on my face
