this world is a wasteland where nothing can grow
"Very good," Niki says with a smirk, raising his empty mug as if to toast his commitment to pretending everything is fine, though at the sudden howl of wind outside that sends a flurry of rain against the glass, he can't help but think that the Greatwood is more a fan of the bitter truth. Or maybe the forest is just mad that he's called out its labyrinthine pathways, who can say.
"Well that is a relief," he says nevertheless, smiling to himself. "Do not get me wrong, you get used to it growing up here. But it will be nice to consistently know where things are, and to walk on cobblestone more than dirt paths." No root systems to stumble on, no unexpected ditches to fall down. The gold flecking does earn an arch of his eyebrow, Niki's smile growing further.
"I think I did see that when I visited last. It looked as though molten gold had spilled on the cobbles," he agrees. "Does she live in King's End as well?"
"Well that is a relief," he says nevertheless, smiling to himself. "Do not get me wrong, you get used to it growing up here. But it will be nice to consistently know where things are, and to walk on cobblestone more than dirt paths." No root systems to stumble on, no unexpected ditches to fall down. The gold flecking does earn an arch of his eyebrow, Niki's smile growing further.
"I think I did see that when I visited last. It looked as though molten gold had spilled on the cobbles," he agrees. "Does she live in King's End as well?"
Niki
i used to have strength but i ran out of hope
