Neron
the wind breathes lonely
longing to be seen
longing to be seen
"As much of it as you like." Neron nods in confirmation about the food. "As far as I know, nothing happens. But when you can barely taste food, there's not really much point." He smiles and shrugs. "It's why alcohol is a go to for a lot of us, from my experience. We can't get drunk, but liquor is usually strong enough to enjoy."
As Morgan partakes, Neron lets his steel blues dance out and across the Tundra, as if seeking out the aurora that is sometimes visible at night, chasing across the dark skies. "Well, you can add that to the list of things you didn't know about me," he suggests, his attention turning back to the Warden. "I happen to be a gentleman, though it does not often show."
Mainly because he's a dry and sarcastic bastard the majority of the time, but no one is two-dimensional. Raising his eyebrows as she continues to explain about the spirits, Neron relaxes back in his seat, well able to imagine Morgan braving the mountains alone. Was it the experience that had made her this way, he wonders - or did it merely strengthen what was already there? "That's quite a feat," he remarks. "Just another reason why you are an obvious choice for Warden."
The conversation tumbles on, and Neron finds himself chuckling as she continues. "You prefer directness, and yet you are sitting atop a guard tower with a Launceleyn. Forgive me, but my family are not known for being direct."
As Morgan partakes, Neron lets his steel blues dance out and across the Tundra, as if seeking out the aurora that is sometimes visible at night, chasing across the dark skies. "Well, you can add that to the list of things you didn't know about me," he suggests, his attention turning back to the Warden. "I happen to be a gentleman, though it does not often show."
Mainly because he's a dry and sarcastic bastard the majority of the time, but no one is two-dimensional. Raising his eyebrows as she continues to explain about the spirits, Neron relaxes back in his seat, well able to imagine Morgan braving the mountains alone. Was it the experience that had made her this way, he wonders - or did it merely strengthen what was already there? "That's quite a feat," he remarks. "Just another reason why you are an obvious choice for Warden."
The conversation tumbles on, and Neron finds himself chuckling as she continues. "You prefer directness, and yet you are sitting atop a guard tower with a Launceleyn. Forgive me, but my family are not known for being direct."
sometimes the soul
has days like these
has days like these
