NERON
show me how defenceless you really are
"Oh, my. Do forgive the faux pas - I mean to say you do not look a day over thirty-seven in that case." Neron ducked into a brief but perfect bow, though his smirk betrayed his enjoyment. He found he enjoyed a lot of Wessex's comments and company, and regretted that she was no longer ruler of her death bubble. "I have no doubt that they do. And I don't particularly fancy getting old and flabby. Perhaps I'll join your Ascended cult."
They walked and the singing grew louder, naturally, until they rounded a corner into a square filled with firelight. People were gathered in song and celebration, and a bonfire had been started in the centre of the square.
Gazing sidelong at Wessex, the mention of Eirachi caused an eyebrow to raise. "I have, yes," he said. "The patron goddess of Deepfrost. She is well known here."
They walked and the singing grew louder, naturally, until they rounded a corner into a square filled with firelight. People were gathered in song and celebration, and a bonfire had been started in the centre of the square.
Gazing sidelong at Wessex, the mention of Eirachi caused an eyebrow to raise. "I have, yes," he said. "The patron goddess of Deepfrost. She is well known here."
