liars and lovers combine tonight, we're gonna make a scene
Neron smiles and holds a hand up, as if to assure Maea that she can save her apologies. "Being Ascended means having a long time to come to terms with things like this," he says. "Much as I would like to wallow, there's too much to do for me to climb into bed and not come back out." A sentiment that many can likely relate to within the Hollowed Grounds.
Raising his brows, he smiles to hear that Sunjata is nearby, Neron having assumed that he would have to go on a wild goose chase to find the Flood. "That is lucky," he agrees. "Perhaps I'll run into him in that very bar, then."
As for his brother? There's no pain in his face, not any more, only a soft shrug. "Not at all. I can only hope that he is sequestered away somewhere," he murmurs. "It would not be the first time. Hoping for that is better than the alternative, no?" The Hailstorm glances over the edge of the Bone Bridge, tilting his head.
"Were you looking for anything in particular out here?"
Raising his brows, he smiles to hear that Sunjata is nearby, Neron having assumed that he would have to go on a wild goose chase to find the Flood. "That is lucky," he agrees. "Perhaps I'll run into him in that very bar, then."
As for his brother? There's no pain in his face, not any more, only a soft shrug. "Not at all. I can only hope that he is sequestered away somewhere," he murmurs. "It would not be the first time. Hoping for that is better than the alternative, no?" The Hailstorm glances over the edge of the Bone Bridge, tilting his head.
"Were you looking for anything in particular out here?"
Neron
