NIKI
Niki, as a coffee drinker, only really keeps other drinks for his guests, and had it been even a season or two ago, Kaisel might have been subjected to some very weak green tea long past its best that he'd found at the back of his cupboard. More of a socialite now than he's ever been, though, the necromancer keeps a few small tins of tea at the ready, and he's busy preparing it when the other man's voice echoes down the corridor.
"...Another attack?" he replies, voice just loud enough to carry back. "Well, since you heard from her directly, I would trust that you are correct." Trying to marry together concern and relief as he ferries the cup of tea back down the corridor, he lets out a sigh. "I do wonder if something happened in the woods, though..."
Now, had he been anyone else, Niki wouldn't have noticed the salt along the doorway, and it's only the necessity of keeping track of his feet and the placement of his crutch that tips him off. With furrowed brows, he falls to a deliberate halt and lingers on the other side of the salty threshold with the tea, before his head slowly lifts and tilts at Kai, not unlike some spindly marionette. A slow, not entirely pleasant smile creeps across his face.
"Oh, dear," he says, voice pitched low. "I am afraid you have found me out, haven't you?"
He lets that ominous question linger in the air for perhaps a second too long before interrupting it with his own laughter - which is when he takes a decisive step over the salt line and into the room. "Are you satisfied?" he asks. "Or shall we continue to season my house to taste?"
"...Another attack?" he replies, voice just loud enough to carry back. "Well, since you heard from her directly, I would trust that you are correct." Trying to marry together concern and relief as he ferries the cup of tea back down the corridor, he lets out a sigh. "I do wonder if something happened in the woods, though..."
Now, had he been anyone else, Niki wouldn't have noticed the salt along the doorway, and it's only the necessity of keeping track of his feet and the placement of his crutch that tips him off. With furrowed brows, he falls to a deliberate halt and lingers on the other side of the salty threshold with the tea, before his head slowly lifts and tilts at Kai, not unlike some spindly marionette. A slow, not entirely pleasant smile creeps across his face.
"Oh, dear," he says, voice pitched low. "I am afraid you have found me out, haven't you?"
He lets that ominous question linger in the air for perhaps a second too long before interrupting it with his own laughter - which is when he takes a decisive step over the salt line and into the room. "Are you satisfied?" he asks. "Or shall we continue to season my house to taste?"
stay your pretty eyes on course
keep the memories of who i was before
keep the memories of who i was before
