NERON
the hailstorm
Tossing her a lazy little salute at her thanks, Neron regarded Weaver with the quiet patience of a man who has precious little choice. "Honestly? I wanted an angry, petty goddess not to destroy my home. I wanted Zariah not to air my dirty laundry for you all to hear, and I wanted not to be sequestered away in this Academy as though I didn't stand in your shoes for two years." He shrugged.
"But that is quite the ask. Loren has asked me to stay in Halo with him. I have no other family and I know no other home. So if the people aren't going to tear strips off me, I'd prefer to keep that arrangement." Perhaps he could be some underling at Loren's clinic.
At the mention of his being hungry, he narrowed his eyes and glanced away. "I don't know," he said. "I am relatively new to this. I know that I feel hunger now, but I don't know what the results of that will be, or how long it will take. Even if Wessex does come, it doesn't magic the Voice here," he said, before promptly shaking it off. "You said you had questions for me about Halo?"
"But that is quite the ask. Loren has asked me to stay in Halo with him. I have no other family and I know no other home. So if the people aren't going to tear strips off me, I'd prefer to keep that arrangement." Perhaps he could be some underling at Loren's clinic.
At the mention of his being hungry, he narrowed his eyes and glanced away. "I don't know," he said. "I am relatively new to this. I know that I feel hunger now, but I don't know what the results of that will be, or how long it will take. Even if Wessex does come, it doesn't magic the Voice here," he said, before promptly shaking it off. "You said you had questions for me about Halo?"
