the hailstorm
"I have little doubt of that," Neron murmured in response, and suddenly there were a dozen other questions on his tongue. Why bring him through at all? Why bring through Zariah with memories of their marriage, with a child? Why not bring him to the Hollowed Grounds like the others?
But such things were the past, and as he had already clarified, he did not wish to go there any longer. Indeed, his cheeks coloured slightly as she reiterated the truth - yes, and pleasures as well.
"I would bind myself to a future that I choose, bright lady," he said, straightening his back. "I did not choose my family name, or the monarchy I served beneath. I did not choose to come to Caido flung into the Tundra, or to make a deal with a being I did not understand to survive the night." He flicked steel eyes upwards, attempting to meet her gaze for the first time.
"I do not come to you blindly," he said. "I have met the Wraith. I have met the Queen of the Hollowed Grounds. Both have explained to me some of the nature of that which I ask."
But such things were the past, and as he had already clarified, he did not wish to go there any longer. Indeed, his cheeks coloured slightly as she reiterated the truth - yes, and pleasures as well.
"I would bind myself to a future that I choose, bright lady," he said, straightening his back. "I did not choose my family name, or the monarchy I served beneath. I did not choose to come to Caido flung into the Tundra, or to make a deal with a being I did not understand to survive the night." He flicked steel eyes upwards, attempting to meet her gaze for the first time.
"I do not come to you blindly," he said. "I have met the Wraith. I have met the Queen of the Hollowed Grounds. Both have explained to me some of the nature of that which I ask."
