NIKI
Niki laughs breathlessly at that. "I would have needed to know you were there for it to be out to get you," he points out. And even then, Niki has never used his magic for violence (yet), but even he can't deny that to be able to animate something like a bear, all lumbering strength and powerful jaws; it had made him feel good. Taking another few breaths to make sure he's more solid on his feet, it doesn't take the points of heat from his cheeks, but he does feel a little more in control of his senses.
"If you do not mind," he says with a bashful smile about the water. "I may have underestimated how hot it can get in the Greatwood at Longheat." Especially when he's deciding, apparently, to flex his arcane power to the point of exhaustion.
Finally straightening up enough to glance up at Sunjata properly, his eyebrows raise to hear the purpose of the other man's visit. "A banshee?" he repeats, sounding unashamedly fascinated. "I have only ever heard rumours about them. Was she wandering, or by one of the branches of the river?" he wonders.
As for the box and it's use, he swallows back the realisation that he's kept it safe and tucked away in his workshop all this time, just in case the Flood came back for it. (He hadn't expected him too after so long, honestly). "Oh," he says. "Well... it is a box," he points out. "They do not lack uses. So if you change your mind, it is at the house."
"If you do not mind," he says with a bashful smile about the water. "I may have underestimated how hot it can get in the Greatwood at Longheat." Especially when he's deciding, apparently, to flex his arcane power to the point of exhaustion.
Finally straightening up enough to glance up at Sunjata properly, his eyebrows raise to hear the purpose of the other man's visit. "A banshee?" he repeats, sounding unashamedly fascinated. "I have only ever heard rumours about them. Was she wandering, or by one of the branches of the river?" he wonders.
As for the box and it's use, he swallows back the realisation that he's kept it safe and tucked away in his workshop all this time, just in case the Flood came back for it. (He hadn't expected him too after so long, honestly). "Oh," he says. "Well... it is a box," he points out. "They do not lack uses. So if you change your mind, it is at the house."
stay your pretty eyes on course
keep the memories of who i was before
keep the memories of who i was before
