Neron
the wind breathes lonely
longing to be seen
longing to be seen
Neorn can't help the warm chuckle that rises in his throat at both her method of tasting the drink and the resulting reaction. "Takes a few sips to get used to it," he says. "I can make you something a little sweeter if it's too much," he offers, gesturing to the array of bottles stacked on the shelves behind him. In truth he rarely gets to play around with drinks unless it's on occasions like these; most just want ale or whiskey.
"Oh, I see," he says to her explanation, dipping into a small, roguish sort of bow. "Neron Launceleyn," he introduces himself, and that's a pleasant novelty as well. A lot of people in Halo already know him, and it's not for any good reason. "A pleasure to meet you. And if you're out to explore the world a bit, you'll want to head towards the Fangs. There's a portal in the mountains that can take you to a lot of different places."
"Oh, I see," he says to her explanation, dipping into a small, roguish sort of bow. "Neron Launceleyn," he introduces himself, and that's a pleasant novelty as well. A lot of people in Halo already know him, and it's not for any good reason. "A pleasure to meet you. And if you're out to explore the world a bit, you'll want to head towards the Fangs. There's a portal in the mountains that can take you to a lot of different places."
sometimes the soul
has days like these
has days like these
