this world is a wasteland where nothing can grow
"Of course," Niki says all too willingly, smiling and letting his cane vanish back into his ring as Sunjata opens the bag of holding between them. It's his first time seeing such a thing in person, questions about it burning on his tongue that he refuses to say out loud - a time and a place and all that. Instead he handles each lantern like the precious thing it is, hands light and careful as he slips the offering to Lusea into the bag where, to his delight and surprise, it disappears entirely.
Nate's is next, Niki ensuring that he handles this one delicately for more than the obvious reasons, gazing at it with clear interest (the metalwork, of course, is what has caught his eye) as he lowers it into the bag as well. "They really are beautiful," he says again, meaning every word and straightening up to hold the bag open for Sunjata to slip Vervain's lantern inside. "I hope they get to see them one day."
Nate's is next, Niki ensuring that he handles this one delicately for more than the obvious reasons, gazing at it with clear interest (the metalwork, of course, is what has caught his eye) as he lowers it into the bag as well. "They really are beautiful," he says again, meaning every word and straightening up to hold the bag open for Sunjata to slip Vervain's lantern inside. "I hope they get to see them one day."
Niki
i used to have strength but i ran out of hope
