NIKI
"Thank you," Niki says with the cheerful confidence of someone who has already forgotten what they've said, but if it's good enough that Flora has gleaned some wisdom from it, all the better. And to hear that Sohalia is happy is one silver lining in all of this at least, Niki nodding quietly but still frowning, as if unwilling to completely step out from fighting the Doubletake's corner.
"Well," he says quietly, "perhaps even if she does move away, you still keep checking on her. It is one thing to be happy when something is new and exciting, another entirely when you are in a strange new place and without your friends."
Not that it sounds as if Soh will thank her for it, or as though it will make Flora's life any easier. But then this is who she is, and caring for people has always been one of her biggest strengths. (And sometimes weaknesses, for identical reasons).
Blinking as she seamlessly steers the conversation onto him, Niki scoffs and buys a little time by taking a sip of his new drink. "I do not know," he confesses. "I was getting by in the Greatwood with metalwork, but I wonder if I might go back to what I was intended to be when I was apprenticed." That being a mortician. "But do you think that is too morbid, especially given..." he gestures down at himself, meaning the cold, strange magic he possesses.
"Well," he says quietly, "perhaps even if she does move away, you still keep checking on her. It is one thing to be happy when something is new and exciting, another entirely when you are in a strange new place and without your friends."
Not that it sounds as if Soh will thank her for it, or as though it will make Flora's life any easier. But then this is who she is, and caring for people has always been one of her biggest strengths. (And sometimes weaknesses, for identical reasons).
Blinking as she seamlessly steers the conversation onto him, Niki scoffs and buys a little time by taking a sip of his new drink. "I do not know," he confesses. "I was getting by in the Greatwood with metalwork, but I wonder if I might go back to what I was intended to be when I was apprenticed." That being a mortician. "But do you think that is too morbid, especially given..." he gestures down at himself, meaning the cold, strange magic he possesses.
stay your pretty eyes on course
keep the memories of who i was before
keep the memories of who i was before
