NERON
the hailstorm
Neron stares into the depths of his glass as he listens to the other man. He’s got that curious sort of stillness of the Ascended, the sort that suggests Chuy might be speaking to a statue, until the statue goes ahead and talks back. ”I’m sure something will settle, if you give it time,” he says slowly, swirling the alcohol in his glass. ”For now, though... want to finish these up, and fly?”
Lifting his gaze, the Hailstorm lets a ghost of a smile flicker across his face. ”I have a bat shift tucked away for safekeeping. But if you want to get some perspective, maybe a jaunt above the Citadel walls might do you some good. Maybe you can teach me a thing or two.”
Lifting his gaze, the Hailstorm lets a ghost of a smile flicker across his face. ”I have a bat shift tucked away for safekeeping. But if you want to get some perspective, maybe a jaunt above the Citadel walls might do you some good. Maybe you can teach me a thing or two.”
