NERON
the hailstorm
It's a comfortable sort of fuckery, Neron thinks as he stacks bricks and his brother jostles him and levitates them (and is predictably annoying about it). Petulantly - of course - he reaches out to push one of the bricks off the altar that Loren's magic has just placed. "Oops," he says obviously, shooting a mischievous look at the Firebrand.
Holding up his hands at hearing that the treasures will be a very well kept secret, Neron flashes a fanged grin at the Warden. "Alright, alright. Be warned though - if people don't know, they'll just make up their own rumours." And that can sometimes be worse.
It's as he's on his way with another interlocking brick that Loren brings up Jace, and Neron drops it abruptly. It thuds onto the toe of his boot, causing quite the underwhelming reaction from the Ascended. "Zariah's son," he corrects softly, almost dangerously, "was sacrified to the Eirachi. You know that."
Holding up his hands at hearing that the treasures will be a very well kept secret, Neron flashes a fanged grin at the Warden. "Alright, alright. Be warned though - if people don't know, they'll just make up their own rumours." And that can sometimes be worse.
It's as he's on his way with another interlocking brick that Loren brings up Jace, and Neron drops it abruptly. It thuds onto the toe of his boot, causing quite the underwhelming reaction from the Ascended. "Zariah's son," he corrects softly, almost dangerously, "was sacrified to the Eirachi. You know that."
