NIKI
"Perhaps I will have to write something on my hand for a while to remind me," Niki agrees of his missing-not-missing cane, the boy grinning further and stepping aside to lean against the counter while Flora pours water into his mug. Murmuring his thanks and giving it a stir, he of course leaves his coffee black and unsweetened, sliding it towards him to let it cool for a bit.
"See, I would consider Leafchange the season where I was actively kidnapped and brought here. Deepfrost is more like... stranded. Especially now at Longnight." Still, evidently this latter season has suited Niki much better, even if he'll (regrettably) never be at home enough in the tropics to want to put down roots in Torchline.
Absently pushing up the sleeves of his sweater (navy blue today, with a small sailboat embroidered on it) as Flora explains, his expression softens and he nods, unable not to agree. "I always thought I preferred to be solitary," he agrees, "but even I have to admit I will miss hearing you down here in the mornings."
He has no time to let anything like melancholy settle over him, Niki drawn immediately into the orbit of Flora's excitement, and he blinks at her like a deer caught in car headlights until she properly explains. "You do? Congratulations," he says, voice warm and earnest. "I am sure Mort will hear your case. If anyone can do it, it is you. And of course I will visit, or you can both come to me in the Greatwood. It would be an honour to meet him."
"See, I would consider Leafchange the season where I was actively kidnapped and brought here. Deepfrost is more like... stranded. Especially now at Longnight." Still, evidently this latter season has suited Niki much better, even if he'll (regrettably) never be at home enough in the tropics to want to put down roots in Torchline.
Absently pushing up the sleeves of his sweater (navy blue today, with a small sailboat embroidered on it) as Flora explains, his expression softens and he nods, unable not to agree. "I always thought I preferred to be solitary," he agrees, "but even I have to admit I will miss hearing you down here in the mornings."
He has no time to let anything like melancholy settle over him, Niki drawn immediately into the orbit of Flora's excitement, and he blinks at her like a deer caught in car headlights until she properly explains. "You do? Congratulations," he says, voice warm and earnest. "I am sure Mort will hear your case. If anyone can do it, it is you. And of course I will visit, or you can both come to me in the Greatwood. It would be an honour to meet him."
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
