the hailstorm
Neron arrived with or without his brother in tow. (With, hopefully, but one could never be sure with Loren Launceleyn). Indeed, no sooner had the note reached him in the Greatwood, he had set off to the outskirts in order to enjoy the festival with the person who had first introduced it to him. Yes, it was also a diplomatic show of solidarity - the rulers of the Hollowed Ground and Halo were united, as it were, by being the first to meet and make a proper use of the portal - but in truth Neron simply liked Rexanna as well.
Illuminated by fireflies, the Warden glanced about the gathered Ascended, briefly thinking of the barman in the VlamVloed and the bites bruising along his skin. But then he spotted Rexanna and, when convenient, he made his way over to greet her.
"A shame you were not permitted in the Greatwood," he said by way of greeting. "Never mind - I am sure there will be plenty fun to be had here. I got you something, by the way. Another tradition, I heard."
He clenched his fist, a flicker of concentration passing over his features. When he opened his hand, a delicate rosebud sat in his palm, shaped and crafted out of ice.
Illuminated by fireflies, the Warden glanced about the gathered Ascended, briefly thinking of the barman in the VlamVloed and the bites bruising along his skin. But then he spotted Rexanna and, when convenient, he made his way over to greet her.
"A shame you were not permitted in the Greatwood," he said by way of greeting. "Never mind - I am sure there will be plenty fun to be had here. I got you something, by the way. Another tradition, I heard."
He clenched his fist, a flicker of concentration passing over his features. When he opened his hand, a delicate rosebud sat in his palm, shaped and crafted out of ice.
