NERON
the hailstorm
He lifts his glass to indicate that Chuy is welcome, Neron giving the man space to breathe, to think, to decide what it is he wants to say. And the Hailstorm has to be honest - he’s got a way with words, that one. ”Give yourself time,” he suggests. ”It’s been all of five minutes, it feels like. If you did know what to do with yourself, I think people would be more suspicious.” He furrows his brow, gazing into the flames.
”I’ve lost family, but... I can’t confess to have the slightest idea what it is you’re going through. But if you need to drink, the bar is here. If you want to destroy something, I can make some truly obnoxious ice sculptures.” Running his fingers through his hair, he considers things for a few moments. ”Have you thought of making something, to remember her by? A marker, or a place you can go?”
”I’ve lost family, but... I can’t confess to have the slightest idea what it is you’re going through. But if you need to drink, the bar is here. If you want to destroy something, I can make some truly obnoxious ice sculptures.” Running his fingers through his hair, he considers things for a few moments. ”Have you thought of making something, to remember her by? A marker, or a place you can go?”
