[say]"Mm, it is. I've not been to this part of the Wilds before, but I did meet Mildew once, coming into Stormbreak..."[/say] Ronin's arm is casually laced around his husband, but there's nothing casual about it, in truth. This close to Leafchange, with every ounce of stress and tension that has crackled through their relationship in the past few days, the Star is a smiling knife, poised and ready to strike.
He has brought supplies, if the sandwich he's eating counts. In the humidity of the swamp, he wears little more than the shirt on his back and the pants slung low on his hips, Emmett's axe tucked through his belt in case it's needed. Sugar is coiled about his neck, and he feeds her the rest of the sandwich shortly before she snatches it out of his fingers regardless. [say]"Guess we'll be figuring it out as we go, hm?"[/say]
He has brought supplies, if the sandwich he's eating counts. In the humidity of the swamp, he wears little more than the shirt on his back and the pants slung low on his hips, Emmett's axe tucked through his belt in case it's needed. Sugar is coiled about his neck, and he feeds her the rest of the sandwich shortly before she snatches it out of his fingers regardless. [say]"Guess we'll be figuring it out as we go, hm?"[/say]