this world is a wasteland where nothing can grow
It's strange for Niki to be back in the Greatwood so soon after moving away, but for the Festival of Lights he wouldn't miss it. He still recalls that first festival after the void had been cleansed from the woods, the way the region had come to life in a way he'd never experienced, and tonight seems no different, even if it is a bit more sombre.
Regardless, the necromancer makes his way through the proceedings with all the familiarity of one who still lives and breathes the Greatwood, not having been away from the place for long enough yet to find it changed. Procuring himself a drink (non-alcoholic tonight, he hastens to add), he catches sight of Sunjata among the lanterns and raises a hand to say hello.
It takes him a little longer to get within the vicinity of the Heartless, but he manages it soon enough, cane and drink in hand and a smile on his lips. "Hello, Sunjata," he murmurs. "Are any of these yours?" He gestures to the creations adorning the trees above them.
Niki brings no viable lanterns.
Regardless, the necromancer makes his way through the proceedings with all the familiarity of one who still lives and breathes the Greatwood, not having been away from the place for long enough yet to find it changed. Procuring himself a drink (non-alcoholic tonight, he hastens to add), he catches sight of Sunjata among the lanterns and raises a hand to say hello.
It takes him a little longer to get within the vicinity of the Heartless, but he manages it soon enough, cane and drink in hand and a smile on his lips. "Hello, Sunjata," he murmurs. "Are any of these yours?" He gestures to the creations adorning the trees above them.
Niki brings no viable lanterns.
Niki
i used to have strength but i ran out of hope
