RONIN
"Good," Ronin says, almost without thinking about it. Given the chance to go back in time he'd sincerely rethink his own choices; a world where he might have been some farmer or dock worker, with a rambunctious family and a husband who had never known anything of the gods but what he read in books.
Shaking it off, he brings himself back to the bloody, gem-encrusted present, raising his eyebrows incredulously at Flora's question. "Oh, she'd be absolutely furious," he assures her, his tone surprisingly airy all things considered. "Maybe another time though. If you pray here you're likely to get your clothes covered in blood." Old blood, too.
As for the cluster of rubies, Ronin can only shrug helplessly. "You could say the same thing about any part of nature being connected to Frey," he points out. "But I wouldn't blame you for wanting to keep away from it. Maybe you can tell Mateo about it and the story will be enough."
Shaking it off, he brings himself back to the bloody, gem-encrusted present, raising his eyebrows incredulously at Flora's question. "Oh, she'd be absolutely furious," he assures her, his tone surprisingly airy all things considered. "Maybe another time though. If you pray here you're likely to get your clothes covered in blood." Old blood, too.
As for the cluster of rubies, Ronin can only shrug helplessly. "You could say the same thing about any part of nature being connected to Frey," he points out. "But I wouldn't blame you for wanting to keep away from it. Maybe you can tell Mateo about it and the story will be enough."
one more wish for you
