show me how it ends, it's alright
"Mm, perhaps. I can't say it will much matter, if it's on top of the city walls," he remarks quietly. A selection of colours, then, including clear, and all their bases were covered. And hey, if Frey doesn't have a preference, at least it will look attractive up there. As Kiada pushes open the door, Neron follows her inside, pushing down his scarf and clicking it shut behind him to keep out the cold. It might not bother either of the Ascended, but others tended to dislike frozen toes.
"Oho, I see," he murmurs with a crooked smile, glancing at the wares she'd brought and offering her a nod. "Yes, I suppose I could stand to part with a few favours," he hums, approaching the counter and reaching out to press the bell on the desk. "I wonder if they will mind if we put patterns on it?" he says, admiring the stained glass artwork on the samples behind said desk.
"Oho, I see," he murmurs with a crooked smile, glancing at the wares she'd brought and offering her a nod. "Yes, I suppose I could stand to part with a few favours," he hums, approaching the counter and reaching out to press the bell on the desk. "I wonder if they will mind if we put patterns on it?" he says, admiring the stained glass artwork on the samples behind said desk.
Neron
