NIKI
"Mm, especially because the woods had been overrun by the void up until then," Niki agrees with a soft nod. "Things seem to have picked up since, though I imagine the fae have mixed feelings about it." Internally, anyway. Given that the winged folk can't tell a lie, odds are good that most tourists hear only the most carefully put together mistruths.
As for his birthday, Niki's scoff is a little self-deprecating; he doesn't tend to celebrate, it's true, but given how Flora had managed to find out without too much effort, and the fact that she'd likely share the information if Sunjata asked, there's no reason to avoid it. "Deepfrost," he tells the other man. "Quite early into the season at least. Not that it is any warmer regardless."
Sipping at his coffee, the necromancer realises far too late that he'd mistaken empathy for pity, and as his gaze flickers across the pale line of scar tissue (and absolutely does not linger on the Flood's handsome face, shut up), he winces on his behalf. "What happened?" he asks, before immediately catching himself. "Sorry - you do not have to answer."
As for his birthday, Niki's scoff is a little self-deprecating; he doesn't tend to celebrate, it's true, but given how Flora had managed to find out without too much effort, and the fact that she'd likely share the information if Sunjata asked, there's no reason to avoid it. "Deepfrost," he tells the other man. "Quite early into the season at least. Not that it is any warmer regardless."
Sipping at his coffee, the necromancer realises far too late that he'd mistaken empathy for pity, and as his gaze flickers across the pale line of scar tissue (and absolutely does not linger on the Flood's handsome face, shut up), he winces on his behalf. "What happened?" he asks, before immediately catching himself. "Sorry - you do not have to answer."
stay your pretty eyes on course
keep the memories of who i was before
keep the memories of who i was before
