there is always hope
"Gods forbid, indeed. I dread to think what will happen if either of us get bored when there's no responsibility or consequences to worry about." Ronin grins, watching as Sugar coils herself around his neck so she can gaze over his shoulder down at Fangorn. She might be unwilling to play, but the gourd has her attention for conversation at least. "I think I'd quite like to see a jungle, or some rolling valleys. Greatwood aside, I haven't seen all that much green."
Gazing back at the supplies being carried on the nimbus, Ronin eventually falls to a halt when they are in reach of the soon-to-be-not-Governor's House, nodding to Melita. "Do you want a hand putting them where they need to go?" he asks. "You're welcome to come in for a break as well, if you like. Longheat isn't really the sort of weather for heavy lifting."
Gazing back at the supplies being carried on the nimbus, Ronin eventually falls to a halt when they are in reach of the soon-to-be-not-Governor's House, nodding to Melita. "Do you want a hand putting them where they need to go?" he asks. "You're welcome to come in for a break as well, if you like. Longheat isn't really the sort of weather for heavy lifting."
