NERON
the hailstorm
Neron is actually quite enjoying his time here in the Oerwoud. The jungle never sleeps, and it sounds just as alive (and dangerous) as it did in the daylight, so as Morgan slows her steps and lingers against a tree with Eunike, he turns on heel to regard her with a smile curling across his lips. "Too dark? Would you like to hold my hand when we next proceed?" he asks. It is a rarity for them to be alone like this, especially out of public scrutiny.
Ah, but it's time to use his special eyes, and the Spymaster gives a shallow bow and turns to regard the dense jungle around them. "Sentinent vines, you said? I assume that means they are simply vines that move around?" Tilting his head back, Neron's hands settle in his pockets and he frowns at the canopy above. "Do sentient vines sleep? Because I'm not seeing too much here. Just you. Not that I'm complaining at all."
Ah, but it's time to use his special eyes, and the Spymaster gives a shallow bow and turns to regard the dense jungle around them. "Sentinent vines, you said? I assume that means they are simply vines that move around?" Tilting his head back, Neron's hands settle in his pockets and he frowns at the canopy above. "Do sentient vines sleep? Because I'm not seeing too much here. Just you. Not that I'm complaining at all."
