Neron
the wind breathes lonely
longing to be seen
longing to be seen
"There is nothing to deny - you are not my son," Neron says coldly and simply. "You are a Neron Launceleyn's son, from somewhere in the realms out there. But not this one. I never slept with your mother to produce you, not once. Believe me, I would remember it." To hear that he had been the one to find Zariah dead is interesting, though in truth he has not put much thought into her demise beyond the obvious and the news that has filtered throughout the Citadel.
With a quiet scoff, Neron shakes his head. "I think you will find that the family does you no favours. They are the one who stained the name," he points out. "So much so that Loren does not use it any more. It gains a warmer reception around the Kraai these days, though." Trust Jace and Beatrix to change that in time, though.
"What lofty ambitions you have," he remarks. "Well, enjoy your time in your frozen, empty Academy. Until you get around to it, I doubt many will want to engage with you."
With a quiet scoff, Neron shakes his head. "I think you will find that the family does you no favours. They are the one who stained the name," he points out. "So much so that Loren does not use it any more. It gains a warmer reception around the Kraai these days, though." Trust Jace and Beatrix to change that in time, though.
"What lofty ambitions you have," he remarks. "Well, enjoy your time in your frozen, empty Academy. Until you get around to it, I doubt many will want to engage with you."
sometimes the soul
has days like these
has days like these
