Neron
the wind breathes lonely
longing to be seen
longing to be seen
"I expect at least one deep sigh every hour, preferably when a particularly drunk patron asks for another drink well past his limit," Neron informs her without looking up from his list. He sounds serious about it too, though the smirk on his face says otherwise. He jots down a couple of notes against the bottles they likely won't be able to restock, humming his agreement with Maea and glancing up at last.
"Well, perhaps there's hope for Torchline, but I haven't heard very much regarding it," he admits. "I know that their leadership is sworn to Safrin, though. Maybe they will make an exception for us if it's to trade booze"
Raising his eyebrows regarding the journal and the recipes, Neron smiles at her. "Maybe they found their way into the Kraai regardless. I remember finding a recipe or two for apple cider. I can't remember it by heart, unfortunately."
She scrabbles to reach one of the bottles and Neron steps forward to steady the stool she's perched on. "Want a hand with that one?"
"Well, perhaps there's hope for Torchline, but I haven't heard very much regarding it," he admits. "I know that their leadership is sworn to Safrin, though. Maybe they will make an exception for us if it's to trade booze"
Raising his eyebrows regarding the journal and the recipes, Neron smiles at her. "Maybe they found their way into the Kraai regardless. I remember finding a recipe or two for apple cider. I can't remember it by heart, unfortunately."
She scrabbles to reach one of the bottles and Neron steps forward to steady the stool she's perched on. "Want a hand with that one?"
sometimes the soul
has days like these
has days like these
