stay your pretty eyes on course
A couple of days after Flora's birthday and one Surprise Pancake Breakfast later and Niki is feeling much more human. His headache has faded, his stomach no longer considers rebellion at the prospect of anything other than sitting or being horizontal in the dark, and he's finally in a state to enjoy the last of the Leafchange weather. The morning finds him out on the terrace by the pool, in fact, though of course the necromancer is in the shade of the outside bar.
His nose is in a book - one that had appeared mysteriously on his nightstand courtesy of the spirits, and he isn't one to deny them - and a cup of coffee steams gently on a table beside him. Other than the long sleeves and high collar of his pale linen shirt, he seems to have embraced vacation-mode, though he's currently distracted from reading by considering having the Gilded Market adjust his glasses to darken in the bright light.
Removing them and setting them down, he rubs his eyes for a moment before slouching back in his chair and letting his book drop gently over his face, pages splayed to act as a source of shade for a bit.
His nose is in a book - one that had appeared mysteriously on his nightstand courtesy of the spirits, and he isn't one to deny them - and a cup of coffee steams gently on a table beside him. Other than the long sleeves and high collar of his pale linen shirt, he seems to have embraced vacation-mode, though he's currently distracted from reading by considering having the Gilded Market adjust his glasses to darken in the bright light.
Removing them and setting them down, he rubs his eyes for a moment before slouching back in his chair and letting his book drop gently over his face, pages splayed to act as a source of shade for a bit.
Niki
I guess I never really faced my fears before
