the hailstorm
"Are you implying that we are not a real family?" Neron's fingers flutter to his breast as he sets down the book, as though gravely wounded by the implication. "She really did," he confirms, however, of Wessex's sister - the novel will be coming back to the VlamVloed with him so he can finish it.
Wrinkling his nose (predictably) at the notion of research, it's only knowing what's coming that spurs the Hailstorm to ask about it. "What are you researching? If you say relics, I might scream. It feels like that's all anyone is interested in these days."
Rising to his feet and stretching his arms above his head, he flaps a hand in Wessex's direction as to assure her that he takes no offence at having been forgotten. As a (former) Spymaster, that's kind of his thing. "Well they decided I had killed Morgan as soon as I got there, and that they were going to arrest me. One little whisper from Remi and the Big Bad Ascended are The Worst all over again."
Doesn't matter if it's true. Shh.
Wrinkling his nose (predictably) at the notion of research, it's only knowing what's coming that spurs the Hailstorm to ask about it. "What are you researching? If you say relics, I might scream. It feels like that's all anyone is interested in these days."
Rising to his feet and stretching his arms above his head, he flaps a hand in Wessex's direction as to assure her that he takes no offence at having been forgotten. As a (former) Spymaster, that's kind of his thing. "Well they decided I had killed Morgan as soon as I got there, and that they were going to arrest me. One little whisper from Remi and the Big Bad Ascended are The Worst all over again."
Doesn't matter if it's true. Shh.
