the hailstorm
Neron could only nod in agreement with the Voice, unable to disagree with her points as they came. Death certainly was a choice, as she would well know with her abilities; death had been a choice he had been indeed considering, as an alternative to this.
"I have heard as much," he said; Rexanna had informed him proudly that she was one of a kind, in fact, and that it was not a feat easily achieved. He spread his hands. "My knack for making deals has kept me alive so far," he pointed out. "It has allowed me to help your children too, in their motivations."
He heard the implication in her words as she asked for clarification about this former curse, and a muscle feathered in his jaw. "Yes, I believe that was correct," he murmured.
"I have heard as much," he said; Rexanna had informed him proudly that she was one of a kind, in fact, and that it was not a feat easily achieved. He spread his hands. "My knack for making deals has kept me alive so far," he pointed out. "It has allowed me to help your children too, in their motivations."
He heard the implication in her words as she asked for clarification about this former curse, and a muscle feathered in his jaw. "Yes, I believe that was correct," he murmured.
