NIKI
"Quite so," Niki confirms with a half nod, slate blue eyes a little warmer in his amusement, though as Kai suggests the possibility of wishing someone ill combined with theatrics, he gives it all the due consideration he knows the other man will expect. "Blood or herbs," he repeats, tilting his head thoughtfully. "I do not know about that. Perhaps I could hit people with my cane and declare a pox upon your house, though?" Less clutter in his pockets that way.
As for pets, though, his smile returns and he offers and easy shrug to Kai. "Luckily enough, I have already been adopted by a cat," he says - because cats own you and never the other way around - it is known. "A black cat of course. Though I will admit that he is most likely the cause of any bumps in the night, rather than guarding against them."
Straightening as the server appears and offering a quick and grateful smile as the soldier places their order, he feels himself relax imperceptibly into his seat, even at the questions about his move. "Ah, a few reasons," he admits. "The Greatwood is not nearly so advanced as other regions, and I have started to notice the difference when I am not able to walk on real pathways," he says, gesturing to the brace on his knee.
"The rain and the snow only make that worse season to season," he continues. "I was considering the Grounds because the headquarters for the Gilded Market is there." And that is useful to say the least, especially for someone with proclivities for tinkering. "But here is close to Torchline. I do not think I could handle the tropics of the islands permanently, but it would be nice to be closer to Flora. She was my first real friend, and I do not think I would have travelled nearly so much without her particular brand of encouragement."
Yes, and there's also the tall drink of water that owns the House of Midnight, but that's an aside. Shut up.
As for pets, though, his smile returns and he offers and easy shrug to Kai. "Luckily enough, I have already been adopted by a cat," he says - because cats own you and never the other way around - it is known. "A black cat of course. Though I will admit that he is most likely the cause of any bumps in the night, rather than guarding against them."
Straightening as the server appears and offering a quick and grateful smile as the soldier places their order, he feels himself relax imperceptibly into his seat, even at the questions about his move. "Ah, a few reasons," he admits. "The Greatwood is not nearly so advanced as other regions, and I have started to notice the difference when I am not able to walk on real pathways," he says, gesturing to the brace on his knee.
"The rain and the snow only make that worse season to season," he continues. "I was considering the Grounds because the headquarters for the Gilded Market is there." And that is useful to say the least, especially for someone with proclivities for tinkering. "But here is close to Torchline. I do not think I could handle the tropics of the islands permanently, but it would be nice to be closer to Flora. She was my first real friend, and I do not think I would have travelled nearly so much without her particular brand of encouragement."
Yes, and there's also the tall drink of water that owns the House of Midnight, but that's an aside. Shut up.
stay your pretty eyes on course
i guess i never really faced my fears before
i guess i never really faced my fears before
