NIKI
"So close - I have a skull," Niki quips back, "but I appreciate the confusion. Words can be difficult." He's properly grinning now, even if it's directed mostly down towards the needlework he's picked up so he can affix his hood to his new cloak. It's enough that, at Flora's threat insistence, rather than offering any further resistance, Niki gives her a gentle nod. "Very well," he tells her, "we will attend the masquerade, I will give you the best gentle sway of your life, and you will leave a changed woman."
Smirking, he glances back up at her once he's convinced he isn't about to stab himself in the fingers, head tilting as he considers her remarks. "You make a good point," he concedes, however reluctantly. "And given that I am a follower of Mort, it would be quite a mistake to offend his herald, would you not agree?"
Smirking, he glances back up at her once he's convinced he isn't about to stab himself in the fingers, head tilting as he considers her remarks. "You make a good point," he concedes, however reluctantly. "And given that I am a follower of Mort, it would be quite a mistake to offend his herald, would you not agree?"
stay your pretty eyes on course
i guess i never really faced my fears before
i guess i never really faced my fears before
