the hailstorm
How does one make themselves at home in a place that, at its heart, has never been one's home? For Neron, it's an act of mimicry. He ran a bar in Halo, and so he runs a bar in the Hollowed Grounds. (Thanks, Sunjata). He dated a leader in Halo, and so look out Isla no, wait, scrap that. He read trashy romance in Halo, and so you guessed it, he's sure as hell going to read trashy romance in the Hollowed Grounds.
The Atheneum has found in Neron its newest patron; he's seen these budding Loreseekers coming and going over the open pages of the book in his lap, but honestly, that whole finding knowledge business has never really been for him. Buxom Delilah and her breasts that strain against her corset like wild stallions? That's for him. And for the dashing Captain Whitestone too, if chapter eleven is anything to go by.
Settled in a comfortable chair, there's no need for lanterns or firelight for the Hailstorm, and he's propped his feet up on the table in front of him to get more comfortable. Absorbed as he is, there's more lazy ex-duke than Ascended hybrid about him tonight.
The Atheneum has found in Neron its newest patron; he's seen these budding Loreseekers coming and going over the open pages of the book in his lap, but honestly, that whole finding knowledge business has never really been for him. Buxom Delilah and her breasts that strain against her corset like wild stallions? That's for him. And for the dashing Captain Whitestone too, if chapter eleven is anything to go by.
Settled in a comfortable chair, there's no need for lanterns or firelight for the Hailstorm, and he's propped his feet up on the table in front of him to get more comfortable. Absorbed as he is, there's more lazy ex-duke than Ascended hybrid about him tonight.
