Neron
He'd agreed to meet Wessex out here for some training, but whereas, as an Abandoned, Neron would have absolutely overslept and been embarrassingly late, not needing to sleep has eliminated that issue. He arrives in his customary black, hands resting in the pockets of his coat and his collar turned up against the falling snow, raising his eyebrows at a flurry of evergreens that seem to be flanking the nearby ruins.
Not having expected anything to grow here, let alone some fine looking firs, the Hailstorm strolls deeper into the impromptu forest to inspect them further. He's lingering next to one that seems adorned with gift tags when he realises the trees have sort of... closed around him, almost? "If this is how I die, it will be very embarrassing," he informs no one in particular, trying to peer through the trees to see the path he'd been following.
Not having expected anything to grow here, let alone some fine looking firs, the Hailstorm strolls deeper into the impromptu forest to inspect them further. He's lingering next to one that seems adorned with gift tags when he realises the trees have sort of... closed around him, almost? "If this is how I die, it will be very embarrassing," he informs no one in particular, trying to peer through the trees to see the path he'd been following.
i am mine
before i am ever anyone else’s
before i am ever anyone else’s
