this world is a wasteland where nothing can grow
"On occasion and for no apparent reason," Niki agrees. "Sometimes I open my front door and there is more than one pathway leading out into the woods, and I am never certain which will take me where I need to go." Or if either will, frankly. "I will miss the trees though, I think." The quiet canopy overhead has been a constant companion regardless of where the Greatwood decides to take him, and having an open sky to replace it will be strange for a while.
Nodding to hear that Sunjata's gold-spilling friend has relocated to Torchline, Niki's expression settles into something thoughtful. "Torchline does seem to be where the majority of people go," he says. There's nothing negative in his tone - he completely understands why, in fact, with its paradise horizons and carefree atmosphere. And that's without taking the steadfast leadership and numerous advancements into account.
"Alas, I cannot swim and I suffer in the heat, so it is not for me. Not permanently, anyway."
Nodding to hear that Sunjata's gold-spilling friend has relocated to Torchline, Niki's expression settles into something thoughtful. "Torchline does seem to be where the majority of people go," he says. There's nothing negative in his tone - he completely understands why, in fact, with its paradise horizons and carefree atmosphere. And that's without taking the steadfast leadership and numerous advancements into account.
"Alas, I cannot swim and I suffer in the heat, so it is not for me. Not permanently, anyway."
Niki
i used to have strength but i ran out of hope
