NERON
show me how defenceless you really are
"And who is to say that Halo is not as much a death bubble as your Hollowed Grounds?" Neron asked with a crooked little smile. "Forty years though, hm? You don't look a day over thirty-nine." Dry and snarky it might be, but he felt as though Wessex might appreciate that kind of humour. As the song for Safrin reached them - getting impatient, were the crowd - Neron let out a laugh and shrugged.
"These things have a tendency to proliferate. It isn't necessarily a bad thing here. Not for morale, anyway. I was actually on my way to that very celebration to oversee it." He raised his eyebrows. "Come with me," he invited. "A woman with her feet so firmly on the ground would be welcome company."
"These things have a tendency to proliferate. It isn't necessarily a bad thing here. Not for morale, anyway. I was actually on my way to that very celebration to oversee it." He raised his eyebrows. "Come with me," he invited. "A woman with her feet so firmly on the ground would be welcome company."
