NIKI
The spirits have been lending Niki a hand as best they can, assisting him with alternatives for his cane which have included a mop, a tennis racket, a pool noodle (by far the least helpful) and what he's sure is a piece of wood that has been ripped off of some part of Wildering House. Without his usual means of getting around, he hasn't ventured again out to the bonfires and the sand - and honestly, that suits him just fine.
He's just stepping back into his workshop after a brief nap, or rather what he thinks was a nap, because it's getting difficult to really tell what the time is due to the endless dark, when his eyes are drawn to the parcel on the bench. Brows furrowed, not in surprise but rather a quiet, faintly ruffled knowing, Niki approaches the present and carefully, meticulously opens it up. It will be to no one's surprise that the paper barely has a tear in it when he reveals the box and the ring inside, the boy unable to stop his smile as he lifts it to the light and then, almost hesitantly, slips it onto his finger.
Only the faintest pulse of willpower has the metal growing warm and the familiar feel of his cane in his grip; having never possessed this sort of magically inclined item, the quiet delight he feels can't be overstated. It explains, then, why Flora will hear the familiar click of his approach in the kitchen only moments later.
"You really should not have," he says warmly, smiling around the doorframe to her. "But I am very grateful nevertheless. Thank you, Flora - this is very kind of you."
He's just stepping back into his workshop after a brief nap, or rather what he thinks was a nap, because it's getting difficult to really tell what the time is due to the endless dark, when his eyes are drawn to the parcel on the bench. Brows furrowed, not in surprise but rather a quiet, faintly ruffled knowing, Niki approaches the present and carefully, meticulously opens it up. It will be to no one's surprise that the paper barely has a tear in it when he reveals the box and the ring inside, the boy unable to stop his smile as he lifts it to the light and then, almost hesitantly, slips it onto his finger.
Only the faintest pulse of willpower has the metal growing warm and the familiar feel of his cane in his grip; having never possessed this sort of magically inclined item, the quiet delight he feels can't be overstated. It explains, then, why Flora will hear the familiar click of his approach in the kitchen only moments later.
"You really should not have," he says warmly, smiling around the doorframe to her. "But I am very grateful nevertheless. Thank you, Flora - this is very kind of you."
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
