the hailstorm
"One of us has to be suave," Neron said coolly to his brother in response, though his smirk was playful - something markedly new between the two of them, no doubt. Turning back to Rexanna, he dipped his head in return, arching an eyebrow at the small trinket left in his palm after she had retrieved her rosebud. Steel eyes glinting appreciatively, he let the memento disappear into one of his pockets, his thanks written across his face and needing no words.
Then she was introducing her husband, however, and Neron gave Bastien his full attention. "A pleasure to meet you," he said, not truly having expected Rexanna to have a spouse given her flirtatious nature. "I suppose this would make you king of the Hollowed Grounds, no?"
Then she was introducing her husband, however, and Neron gave Bastien his full attention. "A pleasure to meet you," he said, not truly having expected Rexanna to have a spouse given her flirtatious nature. "I suppose this would make you king of the Hollowed Grounds, no?"
