NIKI
"I think there is a difference between travelling for necessity and travelling for pleasure," Niki quips with a quick smile as he hauls himself into the cart, grateful for Theea's help as he gets himself situated. Sitting against one of the sturdy sides of the wagon where he can set his cane down and draw his good knee up towards his chest, the other he stretches out straight, almost gingerly.
"The Greatwood is a region of trade and borrowing," he assures her with a dip of his head. "I am sure something will come up that will soothe your conscience about accepting my help, even if it is just helping me to carry a few supplies home one day." Tugging his hood further up as the rain becomes particularly lashing for a few minutes, he's content to sit in silence until such a time Theea breaks it.
Which she does, and Niki almost hides his smile, as if he's impressed it has taken so long for her to ask. "It is not rude at all, but you may be disappointed with the answer, because the truth is that I do not remember." He tugs his coat aside enough and knocks a knuckle against his pant leg near the knee, where she'll be able to hear the sound of metal and leather of the brace beneath his clothing.
"I am an orphan of the Greatwood. I do not remember my parents, and I have been like this for as long as I can recall. No one is sure if it is something I was born with, or if I suffered some injury that was never healed properly." He shrugs.
"The Greatwood is a region of trade and borrowing," he assures her with a dip of his head. "I am sure something will come up that will soothe your conscience about accepting my help, even if it is just helping me to carry a few supplies home one day." Tugging his hood further up as the rain becomes particularly lashing for a few minutes, he's content to sit in silence until such a time Theea breaks it.
Which she does, and Niki almost hides his smile, as if he's impressed it has taken so long for her to ask. "It is not rude at all, but you may be disappointed with the answer, because the truth is that I do not remember." He tugs his coat aside enough and knocks a knuckle against his pant leg near the knee, where she'll be able to hear the sound of metal and leather of the brace beneath his clothing.
"I am an orphan of the Greatwood. I do not remember my parents, and I have been like this for as long as I can recall. No one is sure if it is something I was born with, or if I suffered some injury that was never healed properly." He shrugs.
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
