Neron
the wind breathes lonely
longing to be seen
longing to be seen
"Mm, it seems like more of an important place than the Temple this LongNight. I could be wrong though." Honestly, it doesn't particularly matter which point is central, so long as something is. And at the mention of spikes against the airborne threats, he's got just the thing. With a fanged smile, he reaches out towards the little map. "Leave that to me." He opens his palm facing upwards, revealing a few razor sharp icicles formed from his water manipulation. On a larger scale, of course, it could be very useful.
He's barely got time to hold out his glass before Nate's throwing more liquor into it, Neron reaching out to shake away the icicles and brush a drop of booze from their genius plan. "Perhaps there will be someone around with an item that produces fire," he suggests. "Unfortunately it isn't a skill I possess. I don't think Morgan does either." He knows she doesn't, but the element of doubt is an important distinction.
He's barely got time to hold out his glass before Nate's throwing more liquor into it, Neron reaching out to shake away the icicles and brush a drop of booze from their genius plan. "Perhaps there will be someone around with an item that produces fire," he suggests. "Unfortunately it isn't a skill I possess. I don't think Morgan does either." He knows she doesn't, but the element of doubt is an important distinction.
sometimes the soul
has days like these
has days like these
