NIKI
"Ah, I see," Niki says with a nod. "I suppose we get our fair share of storms here during Leafchange too." Setting down his mostly empty coffee mug, his eyebrows raise a bit to hear that the demigod hasn't met Mort's herald. "Never?" he says, unable not to sound surprised. "I have never met any of the gods, in truth. Other than a glimpse of them at the Festival of Lights, or back at the masquerade last year." It isn't the same as actually speaking with one though.
Shrugging away the apology, it's with a surprising ease that Niki offers the other man a smile. "No need," he assures him. "I was very young when I arrived there. I do not really remember my parents to miss them." And the orphanage had been fine enough, at least by the standards of those who had raised the children.
The mood doesn't lift for long, though, Niki's expression growing just as sombre as Sunjata continues, fingers fidgeting with the ring on his hand. "Even so, I am sorry for your loss. It might be life, but that does not make it easy." Catching himself, he scoffs out a dry laugh. "Spoken like a true undertaker's apprentice, no?"
Shrugging away the apology, it's with a surprising ease that Niki offers the other man a smile. "No need," he assures him. "I was very young when I arrived there. I do not really remember my parents to miss them." And the orphanage had been fine enough, at least by the standards of those who had raised the children.
The mood doesn't lift for long, though, Niki's expression growing just as sombre as Sunjata continues, fingers fidgeting with the ring on his hand. "Even so, I am sorry for your loss. It might be life, but that does not make it easy." Catching himself, he scoffs out a dry laugh. "Spoken like a true undertaker's apprentice, no?"
stay your pretty eyes on course
keep the memories of who i was before
keep the memories of who i was before
