the hailstorm
”You think?” Neron sounded mildly surprised to hear that, about the portal. He’d gotten the impression that the people of Halo were a stoic lot, that they were more like to make fun of those in Torchline than leave for it in flocks. But then that had been before Deepfrost, before Longnight... before the Palace fell and the Eirachi took her anger out on the people. Things changed, as Korbin had rightly mentioned. ”We’ll have to see what the new season brings,” he murmured.
The boy’s question was a curious one, and Neron mulled it over and gazed up to watch the shadows dancing along the ceiling. ”I wouldn’t say boring is the right word. I knew what I was getting myself into, and I haven’t run out of books yet.” He smirked. ”I’ll be sure to have other hobbies lined up. Magic always needs more study,” he reasoned.
Tilting his head back down as Korbin propped himself up, Neron flashed him a fanged grin. ”No tricks, unfortunately. What you see is the carefully crafted product of a terrible upbringing.” He chuckled. ”It’s better to care, honestly. Never know when you’re going to need to lean on someone. And I suppose I care about my own opinion. It’s mine, after all.”
The boy’s question was a curious one, and Neron mulled it over and gazed up to watch the shadows dancing along the ceiling. ”I wouldn’t say boring is the right word. I knew what I was getting myself into, and I haven’t run out of books yet.” He smirked. ”I’ll be sure to have other hobbies lined up. Magic always needs more study,” he reasoned.
Tilting his head back down as Korbin propped himself up, Neron flashed him a fanged grin. ”No tricks, unfortunately. What you see is the carefully crafted product of a terrible upbringing.” He chuckled. ”It’s better to care, honestly. Never know when you’re going to need to lean on someone. And I suppose I care about my own opinion. It’s mine, after all.”
