Neron
the wind breathes lonely
longing to be seen
longing to be seen
"I don't think it feels like anything," Neron says with a chuckle. "Then again, being what I am, I don't suppose I'm the best example. But I have never heard anyone saying that it feels any different to walking somewhere else." He hasn't missed her quip, of course, and as practiced as he is at flirting as well as any of his other social masks, he graces her with a cheeky sort of smile.
"Now as for where to go? That depends. There's the Hollowed Grounds, where a lot of my brothers and sisters have made their home. And there's Torchline, if you wanted to see beaches and tropics... and the Greatwood, for... well. Great big woods. A few other places too, but those are where most people go." He taps his finger thoughtfully against his glasss as he speaks.
"Now as for where to go? That depends. There's the Hollowed Grounds, where a lot of my brothers and sisters have made their home. And there's Torchline, if you wanted to see beaches and tropics... and the Greatwood, for... well. Great big woods. A few other places too, but those are where most people go." He taps his finger thoughtfully against his glasss as he speaks.
sometimes the soul
has days like these
has days like these
