NERON
the hailstorm
Well wasn’t this delightfully awkward for all involved. Neron nodded to the guard as he was sent on his way, only the promise of drinks and warmth enough to stay him from his duties. It had been a bloody cold stand, waiting for the Warden’s leadership to be decided, and he wasn’t sad for the reprieve. Neron meanwhile ducked into the cottage once he had been invited, smiling gratefully to Kiada in greeting. That her mother was Ascended was interesting to say the least, and he would have questions, perhaps, after all this was said and done.
But then Chulane was speaking and despite the dire situation he found himself in, the Hailstorm found himself patiently hearing the other man out. He nodded his understanding, ruffling a hand back through his hair and glancing around the place as if to avoid looking at Chuy directly. ”That sounds fine to me. I don’t exactly have much reference to go on, so far. Where did you want to...?” He motioned vaguely to the other man’s neck, his wrist and so on.
But then Chulane was speaking and despite the dire situation he found himself in, the Hailstorm found himself patiently hearing the other man out. He nodded his understanding, ruffling a hand back through his hair and glancing around the place as if to avoid looking at Chuy directly. ”That sounds fine to me. I don’t exactly have much reference to go on, so far. Where did you want to...?” He motioned vaguely to the other man’s neck, his wrist and so on.
