long shadows

RONIN if there's one thing i'm good at, it's surviving "I absolutely will not," Ronin objects, plucking up his wine glass again and grinning at Remi. "You have always been the mad scientist out of the two of us. We ought to get you a little laboratory set up on the houseboat, or somewhere close by. You can make your ingredients out of thin air," he suggests with a chuckle, falling silent so he can take a sip of his drink. "Mm, I'm worried Fiadh would eat Mateo alive, if I'm honest," he says, smirking. "You know I caught her along the Whispershore where the water is calm, trying to make a raft? You think she's going to open her own Wishing Wagon, bobbing up and down the river?" Ronin would laugh but it's entirely possible for the young Attuned. Another reason why a school would be a terrible addition for the Greatwood, and Ronin scoffs and shakes his head. "This should be a place he can blow off steam," he says. "And no, I'm not so surprised. Our son could make friends with anyone, if you've noticed. Makes sense that he'd notice the quieter kids, and want them to join in. Is it too weird for you, though?" Blue eyes flash back up to hear he's got his husband's help in the matter, Ronin reaching across with his free hand to gently grasp hold of Remi's. "I never want to hurt you like that ever again," he mumbles. "And no amount of apologies will ever make up for it. So please just put me to sleep, if it looks like I'm about to lose myself. I don't feel strong - I feel unstable."