the hailstorm
"What Isla doesn't know won't hurt her," Neron says smoothly. She doesn't know about his being responsible for the crimes he's accused of in Halo, after all, and no one has come to set fire to the Hollowed Grounds just yet. "I am merely saying that if you ever wanted to consider it, I would be more than happy to lend a hand."
Honestly, he doesn't expect her to actually agree, the Launceleyn looking a mix of impressed and put out by the prospect of having to physically and/or mentally exert himself. "In the snow," he says, as if he hasn't lived somewhere far colder and far more blizzardy for the majority of his time in Caido. "Ugh. Fine." Still, he's flashing her a grin, so it can't be all bad, right?
"Where do you want to meet?"
Honestly, he doesn't expect her to actually agree, the Launceleyn looking a mix of impressed and put out by the prospect of having to physically and/or mentally exert himself. "In the snow," he says, as if he hasn't lived somewhere far colder and far more blizzardy for the majority of his time in Caido. "Ugh. Fine." Still, he's flashing her a grin, so it can't be all bad, right?
"Where do you want to meet?"
