NIKI
There's something to be said for being humbled by the world. Not that Niki's ego is particularly out of control on a good day - not when it comes to physical ability, at least - but it's always nice to get a reminder to stay grounded. In this case, the reminder is rather literal.
Having been on his way to the Sidhe Village with the intention of selling some of the wares he's made (there had been a backlog thanks to his impromptu, two-season sabbatical to Torchline), the rain came on hard and fast, not exactly unexpected, but nevertheless worse than anticipated.
Niki's intention had been to take cover under a large, leafy oak until the worst of the downpour had passed, but as ever, it only takes one misstep to send anyone ass over tits, and he's got the disadvantage of being an anyone with a bum leg and the constitution of a paper bag.
He thinks he tripped over a root somewhere en route beneath the leafy oaken canopy, but the next thing he's aware of is the sprawling forest overhead, having tumbled through undergrowth and down into a ditch somewhere. The rain is a steady drum on his face, the boy squinting and raising a hand to swipe it away, wincing at what will end up being quite a nice bruise along his cheekbone when it starts to heal.
Having been on his way to the Sidhe Village with the intention of selling some of the wares he's made (there had been a backlog thanks to his impromptu, two-season sabbatical to Torchline), the rain came on hard and fast, not exactly unexpected, but nevertheless worse than anticipated.
Niki's intention had been to take cover under a large, leafy oak until the worst of the downpour had passed, but as ever, it only takes one misstep to send anyone ass over tits, and he's got the disadvantage of being an anyone with a bum leg and the constitution of a paper bag.
He thinks he tripped over a root somewhere en route beneath the leafy oaken canopy, but the next thing he's aware of is the sprawling forest overhead, having tumbled through undergrowth and down into a ditch somewhere. The rain is a steady drum on his face, the boy squinting and raising a hand to swipe it away, wincing at what will end up being quite a nice bruise along his cheekbone when it starts to heal.
stay your pretty eyes on course
keep the memories of who i was before
keep the memories of who i was before
