NIKI
"Is everything..." Niki begins, though no sooner has he voiced the shadows that he can see creeping into Flora's expression when she's banishing them with her usual aplomb. And the necromancer, not knowing her nearly well enough to pry into the tangled layers of her relationships, opts not to dig any deeper. "Mm, it is my favourite season," he agrees instead, following her gaze out his window to smile at the riot of colour in the trees, the way the sun dappling through the branches paints everything golden.
"And you are always welcome to visit. I hope that all of the business with the Family has not soured your opinion of the Greatwood." Because what are the odds that both times Flora had been attacked it had been among these very trees?
As for his outfit, he can only wince a bit and shrug his shoulders. "I am not particularly well-acquainted with drama and swish," he confesses. (I know, we're all shocked, Niki). "Do you have any recommendations?" He reaches out, fingers grazing across silver buttons and black velvet. As for her train, he lets out a soft laugh. "Ludo and Bride of Ludo?" he suggests.
"And you are always welcome to visit. I hope that all of the business with the Family has not soured your opinion of the Greatwood." Because what are the odds that both times Flora had been attacked it had been among these very trees?
As for his outfit, he can only wince a bit and shrug his shoulders. "I am not particularly well-acquainted with drama and swish," he confesses. (I know, we're all shocked, Niki). "Do you have any recommendations?" He reaches out, fingers grazing across silver buttons and black velvet. As for her train, he lets out a soft laugh. "Ludo and Bride of Ludo?" he suggests.
stay your pretty eyes on course
i guess i never really faced my fears before
i guess i never really faced my fears before
