there is always hope
”That sounds predictably secretive,” Ronin says of this ominous place of worship, not bothering to hide his smile at seeing the delight on her face. It’s less of a walk and more of a stroll, right now, but that suits him fine - he’s got nowhere to be, and Sugar trills her contentment from his shoulder. Scoffing at Melita’s remark - because she’s absolutely right - Ronin can only shrug to her. ”No one,” he replies, ”but Remi and I stole some time, and we’ve never regretted it.”
Nodding to hear she would try to help with the lilies - honestly, the more help with it the better - he lets the conversation bob along to something a little less dark. A difficult feat, of course, because Melita’s silence before her question speaks volumes. Ronin, however, is not privy to the complex feelings between the honeybee girl and the Flood, so he smiles down at the sand as they walk.
”I’m not sure just yet. Maybe we’ll head to the Greatwood first? It’s been a long time since I’ve seen the place. Wherever the wind blows us, I suppose. How about you - aren’t you sailing again soon?”
Nodding to hear she would try to help with the lilies - honestly, the more help with it the better - he lets the conversation bob along to something a little less dark. A difficult feat, of course, because Melita’s silence before her question speaks volumes. Ronin, however, is not privy to the complex feelings between the honeybee girl and the Flood, so he smiles down at the sand as they walk.
”I’m not sure just yet. Maybe we’ll head to the Greatwood first? It’s been a long time since I’ve seen the place. Wherever the wind blows us, I suppose. How about you - aren’t you sailing again soon?”
