Neron
"I don't think it was when you first turned it to stone, but after that fall?" Having picked himself up off the ground, Neron motions at the pieces of bird that are here and there and there and everywhere and shrugs. "Unless it can function in five or more pieces once it's back to normal, I think it's pretty dead."
He's very careful not to look her way, with that in mind, and only when he hears Wessex's voice out loud rather than in his head does the Hailstorm risk a glance. "Sometimes it takes a monster to defeat a monster," he points out with a lopsided smile, as if to agree that this is certainly nothing to be sad about.
"Anyway. Where were we?" he asks, promptly whipping another lash of icicles in her direction, before darting away and into the darkness, aiming to hide himself either in the ruins or the thicket of walking trees. If Wessex wants to continue this training, she'll have to find him first.
He's very careful not to look her way, with that in mind, and only when he hears Wessex's voice out loud rather than in his head does the Hailstorm risk a glance. "Sometimes it takes a monster to defeat a monster," he points out with a lopsided smile, as if to agree that this is certainly nothing to be sad about.
"Anyway. Where were we?" he asks, promptly whipping another lash of icicles in her direction, before darting away and into the darkness, aiming to hide himself either in the ruins or the thicket of walking trees. If Wessex wants to continue this training, she'll have to find him first.
i am mine
before i am ever anyone else’s
before i am ever anyone else’s
