who we are and all that we're trying to be
A nod in Rexanna’s direction at the silent insinuations there as everyone else filed in – a discussion for later. He gave bobs of his head in greeting to the others as well, a smile for Amalia, though noticing one is missing – and there comes the Penumbra’s announcement. Phoebe, gone to Torchline for whatever particular reason, the potential for Evie to step up into the role. “If Evie still wants the position, then I agree.” His eyes went to the Shield briefly, she’d likely know more than the rest.
Neron offering to take refugees is a kindness extended towards them: who might be involved in those matters will need to be decided upon. He’d already begun to gather some supplies, firewood especially, since it was readily available, and their hunting expedition, besides a side-trek in demolition, had brought forth some food.
Inclinations towards LongNight prep centered upon him again, and while there was some apprehension mettled in that – since last year’s hadn’t gone especially well on their end – machinations were already rambling through. “If Phoebe is no longer using the College, and no one else wants to take it over, should we use that as a shelter?” He inclined his head, tilting it towards the rest, in case they had any other notions. The beast had no issue in proffering the barracks either, already fully armed, if matters came to that. “I have spoken with Safrin on several LongNight ideas, but for the most part, we should go with what we have done in the past.” As the Naturals had committed to – the herald had reminded him several times in a lengthy lecture. And to stop opening doors, apparently. “We will also need to lure the luxere.” Which wasn’t one of his talents, too much dark magic embedded in his blood. “We can start gathering more wood and food as well.” Snow moss when the season altered, blackening the windows again, following through on age-old properties.
It takes dying to know
How to live as ghosts
