NERON
show me how defenceless you really are
”I can imagine” Neron said, and he meant it. The fireworks of his past had almost all been illusions, but he still recalled the smell of smoke and powder, the rich crackle and the burst of light. Another reason, perhaps, to stay a while longer in the Hollowed Grounds. And then the Manor was before them, Neron sparing it only a cursory glance; a mark of his privilege, perhaps, that it was just another manor, however many Launceleyn tricks and treats he had no doubt lay tucked up within.
The area around the place already seemed parched, and it was little effort to Neron to conjure a little water for the dry ground, the plants and flowers drinking it up eagerly. ”It is my hope that LongHeat is kind to you and you won’t have need of me, but I will be there just in case.” He nodded. As Rexanna moved to open the door, Neron stepped in to open it for her and allow her to better lower her parasol.
”What kind of a gentleman do you take me for?” He smirked, allowing her to lead the way. ”So this is where my brother is living?”
The area around the place already seemed parched, and it was little effort to Neron to conjure a little water for the dry ground, the plants and flowers drinking it up eagerly. ”It is my hope that LongHeat is kind to you and you won’t have need of me, but I will be there just in case.” He nodded. As Rexanna moved to open the door, Neron stepped in to open it for her and allow her to better lower her parasol.
”What kind of a gentleman do you take me for?” He smirked, allowing her to lead the way. ”So this is where my brother is living?”
