Neron
the wind breathes lonely
longing to be seen
longing to be seen
”There are others...? Oh.” Neron shouldn’t feel relieved to hear this, but he does - he really, truly does. Relaxing somewhat as Morgan continues to lead them down onto the Tundra, he tucks his free hand into his pocket, blinking and smiling suddenly as his fingers close on something. His sight is blurred, but Morgan might find it fun anyway. ”Hey, want to see something cool?”
He withdraws his pocket watch, shifting to hold it out and show her. When he clicks it open, in place of a clock face is a shiny, matte screen, which blooms to life with none other than the word telekinesis. ”It tells me what powers people have around me,” he explains. ”Only works for Ascended I think. I found it out here in the Tundra... I was surprised to find anything like it.”
He withdraws his pocket watch, shifting to hold it out and show her. When he clicks it open, in place of a clock face is a shiny, matte screen, which blooms to life with none other than the word telekinesis. ”It tells me what powers people have around me,” he explains. ”Only works for Ascended I think. I found it out here in the Tundra... I was surprised to find anything like it.”
sometimes the soul
has days like these
has days like these
