there is always hope
A shrill whistle cuts through the distant hush of waves and the rustle of reeds, and in response a pale figure arises from the top of the lighthouse, plummeting down with an answering screech. Sugar has spotted Melita, of course, and has relayed the message to her bonded; in a moment Ronin appears with the dragon on his shoulder, feeding her scraps of meat leftover from cooking (the reason for his whistling to her, in fact).
Spotting the honeybee girl, he offers a smile in greeting, raising a hand and slowing his steps. ”Looks like you’ve got a lot of stuff,” he says, gesturing up to one of the lazy clouds overhead and calling it down that it might hover beside them. ”Put it on there if you like. Where are you headed, anyway?”
Spotting the honeybee girl, he offers a smile in greeting, raising a hand and slowing his steps. ”Looks like you’ve got a lot of stuff,” he says, gesturing up to one of the lazy clouds overhead and calling it down that it might hover beside them. ”Put it on there if you like. Where are you headed, anyway?”
