neron
Head snapping up at the sound of a voice, Neron had been entirely too occupied with what he was doing to have noticed the stranger's approach. Momentarily, the water streams around him seemed to flinch with his drop in concentration, before he quickly controlled them once more. A thin smile crossed his lips - how rare to meet a person quite so up front. "That would be me. I was watering the grasses for Queen Rexanna, that she might avoid any wildfires this season."
Slowly the water petered out, that he might focus more on the conversation suddenly at hand. "I am Neron. I hope I didn't get you too muddy."
Slowly the water petered out, that he might focus more on the conversation suddenly at hand. "I am Neron. I hope I didn't get you too muddy."
lay your hand on me, one last time
