RONIN
Ronin's grin is absolutely shit-eating, both at the retort about Cian and the snark, and he shrugs his shoulders as he swings the axe down onto the logs. "Will you whisper that to me in the travelling tongue later?" he wonders, half under his breath, and it's quite a difficult thing to get his mind back onto Phoebe and Remi's meeting with her. "A unicorn?" he repeats. "I met her at Mother Molly's once, when we still lived in Stormbreak. I knew she'd become one of Frey's chosen, but she's really coming up in the world."
His strikes slow as Ronin catches on to what Remi is suggesting, his blue eyes narrowing playfully across to the Lullaby. "I love you," he says with a smirk. "But there is a difference between making friends and making friends. I do remember, though. I still can't decide if I was horrified by them or not." Again, the sound of chopping wood fills the air. "I bet Oria would make you loads of friends."
His strikes slow as Ronin catches on to what Remi is suggesting, his blue eyes narrowing playfully across to the Lullaby. "I love you," he says with a smirk. "But there is a difference between making friends and making friends. I do remember, though. I still can't decide if I was horrified by them or not." Again, the sound of chopping wood fills the air. "I bet Oria would make you loads of friends."
soft spoken with a broken jaw
we step outside, but not to brawl
we step outside, but not to brawl
