Nemea Character Post<br/>Time of day beginning post: 1 pm-ish<br/>Time of day ending post: 1 pm-ish<br/>Location beginning post: Outside the Bold Bison<br/>Location ending post: Outside the Bold Bison<br/>Characters currently interacting with: Sol<br/>GM Intervention Request\Required? No<br/><hr/><div class="floatright">(http://i1240.photobucket.com/albums/gg481/indytims/Nemea1.jpg)</div>Nemea listened to her response, and her negativity was very surprising to him. Could it be that she hid her features because she disliked people in general so much, she preferred that they not gaze upon her? He wasn't sure, but the way she responded told him that there was at least one story - likely more than one - to explain her disdain of other people in general.<br/><br/>"I can be useful," he said with a shrug. "I can deal with people for you, in your stead. If you need something done, or supplies or something like you just named - I could fetch them for you to save you the hassle of dealing with folk you might not wish to," he offered.<br/><br/>He noted her looking upward, not for the first time, staring up at the clouds. She could sense it too, which made him wonder if she had some sort of magic affinity. Perhaps she did, perhaps she didn't. She seemed dead-set on convincing anyone who looked that she was not a magician or anyone with any real skill in anything. He was curious what else she looked like beneath her garb, but she seemed so content to keep her features hidden, and he wouldn't dare even think of denying her that.<br/><br/>As they both looked up at the odd storm brewing above them, Nemea softly cleared his throat, and began to sing. It was a gentle tune, without much change in pitch, short and actually well-sung. It was obvious that Nemea had some skill for carrying a tune.<br/><br/><em>The clouds prepare for battle, in the dark and gloomy silence.<br/>Bruised and sullen storm-clouds, have the light of day obscured;<br/>Looming low and ominous, in a twilight premature.<br/>Thunder-heads are rumbling in a distant overture...</em><br/><br/>His voice faded gently at the end, his eyes still cast skyward.<br/><br/>"It looks like it's going to be one heck of a storm, when it bursts, as if the sky and earth were two lovers long parted, finally reunited. I've never seen the likes of it before. Perhaps we should head inside, just to be safe when it hits, Sol?"<br/><br/><br/>