NIKI
"You say that, but I once prepared a funeral for a man who died of a heartattack after laughing too hard," Niki says dryly, the implication being that it can't be all that serious if such things are possible. It doesn't take away from the enormity of what Sunjata is offering, though - and what the necromancer is almost definitely going to accept, he realises as the other man continues to speak. "I..."
Letting out a long sigh as if to stop any further refusal from automatically springing to his lips, Niki laughs again, the sound boyish and disbelieving this time as he turns to regard the house once again. "I have never had anywhere to call my own," he confesses. "The parlour in the Greatwood belonged to the man I was apprenticed to - I just took it over after he died. This is... thank you, Sunjata. I do not have the words to tell you what this means to me."
He does have something, though, the realisation hitting him suddenly as he glances back through the house to the cart outside the front door. "One moment," he says, heading back out to where his belongings are neatly stacked and ready to bring inside. Fussing with one of the bags, Niki returns to the house after a minute or two with a small wooden box in hand, the necromancer holding it out to Sunjata.
"It is late, but Happy Birthday," he says, smiling a little. "I told you that I got you something."
Within are a set of carefully crafted silver cufflinks formed into the shape of cresting waves, evidently made by Niki's own hand. "I know you are not known as the Flood any longer, but I thought it could be an homage to that."
Letting out a long sigh as if to stop any further refusal from automatically springing to his lips, Niki laughs again, the sound boyish and disbelieving this time as he turns to regard the house once again. "I have never had anywhere to call my own," he confesses. "The parlour in the Greatwood belonged to the man I was apprenticed to - I just took it over after he died. This is... thank you, Sunjata. I do not have the words to tell you what this means to me."
He does have something, though, the realisation hitting him suddenly as he glances back through the house to the cart outside the front door. "One moment," he says, heading back out to where his belongings are neatly stacked and ready to bring inside. Fussing with one of the bags, Niki returns to the house after a minute or two with a small wooden box in hand, the necromancer holding it out to Sunjata.
"It is late, but Happy Birthday," he says, smiling a little. "I told you that I got you something."
Within are a set of carefully crafted silver cufflinks formed into the shape of cresting waves, evidently made by Niki's own hand. "I know you are not known as the Flood any longer, but I thought it could be an homage to that."
my body's on the line now, I can't fight this time now
I can feel the light shine on my face
I can feel the light shine on my face
