Neron
On the contrary - in these cooler tones and with the Hailstorm still in his customary black, Neron looks much more at home in the VlamVloed than the Kraai. Or he would, were he entirely visible. As it is, steel blue eyes flash up from where he's still rifling through the shelves beneath the bar, followed by a fanged smirk as he straightens up.
"What, you think I decided to attend your wedding reception out of the goodness of my heart?" He raises his eyebrows, though from the look of Sunjata, he would certainly understand if his memory wasn't quite on point.
"I am here to help with the cause," he says, his voice filled with the purr of conspiracy. "I will be here until after LongNight, so perhaps current circumstances will look more favourably on this place. What brings you to the Grounds, though? I would have thought you'd be Governing it up in Torchline."
"What, you think I decided to attend your wedding reception out of the goodness of my heart?" He raises his eyebrows, though from the look of Sunjata, he would certainly understand if his memory wasn't quite on point.
"I am here to help with the cause," he says, his voice filled with the purr of conspiracy. "I will be here until after LongNight, so perhaps current circumstances will look more favourably on this place. What brings you to the Grounds, though? I would have thought you'd be Governing it up in Torchline."
i am mine
before i am ever anyone else’s
before i am ever anyone else’s
