this world is a wasteland where nothing can grow
"...Mostly?" Niki can't help but catch on that, not to mention the strange awkwardness in the other man's posture as he shifts his weight and smiles towards him. "Ah, a lot of people have been paying their respects to the Mathair this season," he adds, assuming that might have been why Sunjata had ventured out to the Greatwood's mother tree while the skies are... er, screaming.
Straightening up and smiling knowingly back as the Heartless explains - Niki is no stranger to the woods having their own ideas, after all - he's already stepping slightly to the side and gesturing for the other man to come in. "Not at all. I have been spending the past week or so packing my belongings in readiness to move. I was making a start on my workshop today, but I sense it will take a few days on its own. About time I took a break anyway."
Straightening up and smiling knowingly back as the Heartless explains - Niki is no stranger to the woods having their own ideas, after all - he's already stepping slightly to the side and gesturing for the other man to come in. "Not at all. I have been spending the past week or so packing my belongings in readiness to move. I was making a start on my workshop today, but I sense it will take a few days on its own. About time I took a break anyway."
Niki
i used to have strength but i ran out of hope
