cut our teeth and make our bones right here

Ronin

welcome to the playground, follow me
tell me your nightmares and fantasies

Had Ronin been given permission to speak he'd undoubtedly be telling Remi that this is not the time to sass or backchat, but of course the fae has left him silent precisely to see how far a hole Remi might dig. "I wasn't sure who to address the letter to until now, Remi," she replies with a coquettish smile, standing well within the wendigo's personal space by now, even as he starts to shrug out of his coat.

"I suppose it is only fair for you to know my name in return, hm?" she continues, reaching out to run fingertips painted with pearlescent starlight (or so it seems) over one of many, many scars on the wendigo's arm. "I am Morgan."

You know, Ronin wants to say, like Morgan LeFay, the Arthurian witch? That Morgan?

"Please don't feel the need to transform on my account," she continues. "It's true that your kind are from a rather chillier part of the world, but you are already a special case even without showing me your horns."

sink into the wasteland underneath
stay for the night, I'll sell you a dream

Code blatently stolen from queen of codes, Sky!