this world is a wasteland where nothing can grow
With the matter settled, Niki focuses on making their drinks for a few moments, able to use his limited telekinetic ability to slide mugs into reach and to encourage things down from higher shelves. It had been something he'd initially resisted using, but given how useful it is for someone with limited movement, it hadn't been a hill he'd been willing to die on. "I do not have any hazelnut syrup to hand, I am afraid," he remarks to the Heartless with a smile over his shoulder, recalling the way Sunjata had liked his coffee back in New Haven.
Hopefully Sunjata will be content with plain caffeine, the necromancer turning to set their drinks down on the counter nearby when they're finished. "That is the thing with the Mathair. Sometimes she might mind, other times she might not," he says with an apologetic shrug and a laugh. "If you are screamed at by the rain after this, perhaps that is an indication that you ought to leave another offering. I can go with you if you like - depending on how the forest feels, the Mathair is not too far from here."
Hopefully Sunjata will be content with plain caffeine, the necromancer turning to set their drinks down on the counter nearby when they're finished. "That is the thing with the Mathair. Sometimes she might mind, other times she might not," he says with an apologetic shrug and a laugh. "If you are screamed at by the rain after this, perhaps that is an indication that you ought to leave another offering. I can go with you if you like - depending on how the forest feels, the Mathair is not too far from here."
Niki
i used to have strength but i ran out of hope
