Neron
the wind breathes lonely
longing to be seen
longing to be seen
Honestly, Neron almost expects the Eirachi to show up, with his luck. To hear a reedy voice that is not his lady is a disappointment, but neither is it the ghostly tones of the Deepfrost goddess. And for that the Hailstorm can be thankful - is thankful. Looking up shows an icy, spider-like creature that has the bottom of his spine feeling itchy with gods-know-what; it freaks him out a bit either way, and he is wisely already retreating when Morgan speaks.
"What do you know of the Voice?" he wonders of the spirit, though he regrets the remark as soon as it leaves his mouth. Morgan is suggesting that they get on their way and Neron can't say he objects to it at all, the Ascended moving to fall in line with the Warden. "Thank you for your input," he murmurs to the spider - not that he sounds particularly grateful.
"What do you know of the Voice?" he wonders of the spirit, though he regrets the remark as soon as it leaves his mouth. Morgan is suggesting that they get on their way and Neron can't say he objects to it at all, the Ascended moving to fall in line with the Warden. "Thank you for your input," he murmurs to the spider - not that he sounds particularly grateful.
sometimes the soul
has days like these
has days like these
