NERON
show me how defenceless you really are
It was an unusual thing to be called 'pleasant' for Neron anyway, so he indulged Rexanna in a rare smile where a whisper of warmth dared to meet his eyes. To be strolling along in the sun with their respective guardsmen following was a rare treat anyway - there was certainly something to smile about. He raised an eyebrow at hearing the term 'firework magic', Neron casting a sidelong look at his fellow ruler and seeming torn between amusement and disbelief. "I don't think I have heard of such a thing as firework magic," he said. "You'll have to show it to me, perhaps." Then, gazing at the basket in his hands, "Yes, I suppose it is. I daresay this may end up as a tradition in Halo without too much encouragement."
Spinning the basket between long fingers, Neron glanced up at the sight of what he could only imagine was the peaked rooftop of the Launceleyn Manor up ahead. But of course Zariah would construct something grand and high and better than those she had formerly ruled. (Neron of course did not even consider his own Citadel in this). "And what is life, if one cannot make it fun?" he said softly, his smile turning sly; not that he planned to offer his neck up to an Ascended any time soon.
Spinning the basket between long fingers, Neron glanced up at the sight of what he could only imagine was the peaked rooftop of the Launceleyn Manor up ahead. But of course Zariah would construct something grand and high and better than those she had formerly ruled. (Neron of course did not even consider his own Citadel in this). "And what is life, if one cannot make it fun?" he said softly, his smile turning sly; not that he planned to offer his neck up to an Ascended any time soon.
