NERON
the hailstorm
Trick or treat?
Trick?
Or treat?
Neron is staring at the ground as the compulsion overcomes him to dig at the frozen crust of the earth, the Hailstorm quite a sight as he stands like a black smudge against the snow. ”Well, if you say so,” he mutters. Long gone is the man who would immediately buck against the weirdness and wonder that Caido throws at him.
If there’s something telling him to crack open the ice and get at what’s underneath? Well, that’s what he’ll do. Magic wells in his fingertips, and he uses it to pry away hard packed snow with his water manipulation, digging down, down, down. What’s waiting for him? Gods only know.
Trick?
Or treat?
Neron is staring at the ground as the compulsion overcomes him to dig at the frozen crust of the earth, the Hailstorm quite a sight as he stands like a black smudge against the snow. ”Well, if you say so,” he mutters. Long gone is the man who would immediately buck against the weirdness and wonder that Caido throws at him.
If there’s something telling him to crack open the ice and get at what’s underneath? Well, that’s what he’ll do. Magic wells in his fingertips, and he uses it to pry away hard packed snow with his water manipulation, digging down, down, down. What’s waiting for him? Gods only know.
