the hailstorm
"Come in." As if Neron would deny her. The Warden and the Archmage had a lot to speak about since she had left on her jaunt to the Hollowed Grounds. Rumours, changes in rulership, the appearance of his twin, the whole mageglass debacle... He hadn't even considered the whole children aspect of all of this.
As Zariah entered, it would be to the sight of Neron turning from his seat at his desk, where a variety of maps and other reports were spread. It was late and a blizzard was brewing outside - what better time to catch up on some of the things that had escaped him? With that in mind, he had been looking forward to catching up with Zariah for a while, so work could wait.
Before he could speak, however, the sight of the boy behind her caught his eye, and words died on his tongue. "Oh." That was all he could muster.
As Zariah entered, it would be to the sight of Neron turning from his seat at his desk, where a variety of maps and other reports were spread. It was late and a blizzard was brewing outside - what better time to catch up on some of the things that had escaped him? With that in mind, he had been looking forward to catching up with Zariah for a while, so work could wait.
Before he could speak, however, the sight of the boy behind her caught his eye, and words died on his tongue. "Oh." That was all he could muster.
