NIKI
Already feeling self-conscious by what Niki certainly considers an outburst by his own standards, the necromancer's fingers almost clutch around his coffee mug as if to give himself something to hold onto and ground himself. "You could certainly say that," he agrees quietly, eyes flicking up only briefly to catch the way Sunjata's hand drifts across the side of his neck. He doesn't remark on it, knowing he'd not want to draw attention if the roles were reversed, and so instead he forces in a long breath, sighs it out again, and conjures a smile.
"I did not mean to bring down the mood," he says apologetically; especially not having found Sunjata already looking quite morose outside in the square. And so instead the necromancer offers a change of subject. "This is my last day in King's End, you know," he says quietly. "...But I have been considering moving here from the Greatwood."
"I did not mean to bring down the mood," he says apologetically; especially not having found Sunjata already looking quite morose outside in the square. And so instead the necromancer offers a change of subject. "This is my last day in King's End, you know," he says quietly. "...But I have been considering moving here from the Greatwood."
my body's on the line now, I can't fight this time now
I can feel the light shine on my face
I can feel the light shine on my face
