the hailstorm
"As all worlds tend to be," Neron said with understanding, nodding to the other man; had he a glass with him, he'd have raised it in a toast. Happy to close that subject off - however well adjusted Chulane might be, Neron knew how jarring it could be to continually discuss a place you had once called home, but would never see again - he heard him out as he continued to ask questions about the Ascended.
Awkward it might be, but the more they spoke about it, the more Neron got the chance to wrap his head around the idea himself. "They retain their abilities, yes," he explained. "As far as I understand, other than the blood loss, they are completely unharmed. The process is pleasurable, even - figure that one out." He smirked.
Awkward it might be, but the more they spoke about it, the more Neron got the chance to wrap his head around the idea himself. "They retain their abilities, yes," he explained. "As far as I understand, other than the blood loss, they are completely unharmed. The process is pleasurable, even - figure that one out." He smirked.
