this world is a wasteland where nothing can grow
"Yeah, well, Ancient or Attuned or dragon demigod, I'm not any of those things, an' I doubt any gods would make me that way either," Niki points out, waggling a finger at Sunjata's horns for emphasis. "I'll let you know if anythin' changes and I get all horny, though." He's thoroughly satisfied with that answer before he catches the double meaning, the necromancer - rather than blushing or growing awkward this time - letting out a loud and boyish laugh and raising his eyebrows as if awaiting Sunjata's judgement or retort.
"Ah, you have? See if it will drop by my house. It's too cold an' snowy to go out and look for 'em myself," Niki says, being careful not to actually attempt the word enenra again. He also disregards, clearly, the fact that the creatures are terrifying, dangerous and famously aggressive.
As for Sunjata's status in his father's eyes, Niki lifts his (empty) glass in a toast. "To successful disappointments all across Caido," he declares.
"Ah, you have? See if it will drop by my house. It's too cold an' snowy to go out and look for 'em myself," Niki says, being careful not to actually attempt the word enenra again. He also disregards, clearly, the fact that the creatures are terrifying, dangerous and famously aggressive.
As for Sunjata's status in his father's eyes, Niki lifts his (empty) glass in a toast. "To successful disappointments all across Caido," he declares.
Niki
i used to have strength but i ran out of hope
