Neron
the wind breathes lonely
longing to be seen
longing to be seen
"I didn't expect you to feel that good about it," Neron remarks with a playful bob of his eyebrows; Maea's emotions betray her, as she's already pointed out, and the Hailstorm is nothing if not observant. Nevertheless, he inclines his head in a nod to allow her access to the shelves, meanwhile taking up the list of stock he's obtained from the VlamVloed's bookkeeping.
"Not all, no. There were establishments in Halo and in Torchline previously - I imagine they shared the stock across the locations. Some of this won't be coming back, given that it's just the VlamVloed now." Glancing up as she starts to read out the bottles, Neron makes a note and reaches out for her to pass them down to him.
"That mango gin is one of them, I'd think. I'll need to check on the whiskey, but we can restock the lager. I wonder if we could make something new, given enough time."
"Not all, no. There were establishments in Halo and in Torchline previously - I imagine they shared the stock across the locations. Some of this won't be coming back, given that it's just the VlamVloed now." Glancing up as she starts to read out the bottles, Neron makes a note and reaches out for her to pass them down to him.
"That mango gin is one of them, I'd think. I'll need to check on the whiskey, but we can restock the lager. I wonder if we could make something new, given enough time."
sometimes the soul
has days like these
has days like these
