burning this out on our own

Similarly, Ronin is not intending to rub his face or his scaly body against the coral reef any time soon, and as they approach through the twilight murk, he twists himself, serpentine, to get as close as he dares without touching it. In times like these, I feel as though it is our place to be as involved as we can, he admits with no small amount of reluctance. It's true that the Nova will be present and accounted for in whatever capacity he's needed for the coming fight, but a couple of years of peace do not make him suddenly eager for conflict again. Especially conflict that can kill him outright, and that laughs off his celestial skillset. She did, did she? The smile in Ronin's voice is clear, though beneath it through the Attuned bond there's a small part of him that feels like Flora is correct. It's been a long time since we needed to do anything like that. ronin begin again, as the storm