RONIN
Oh? Fine, we'll just have to go somewhere in the Wilds for a vacation. Hak Etme, maybe, or the Oerwoud. A pulse of warm amusement accompanies his words, and as the nyala falls into step beside him, Ronin turns his head to nose into Sunjata's ear. He's careful of his horns, of course - flashy they might be but he's sure they hurt just as much as his antlers do - and turns again once they're clear of the riverbank to trot away into the woods.
Amusement cools to something a good deal more uncertain when he says he and Aurelia aren't friends anymore, Ronin glancing over his shoulder. And then the bombs drops, the Huntsman falling to a halt in the trees. She what? he says, incredulous. I... what? How did... I mean, I imagine that didn't go well?
Amusement cools to something a good deal more uncertain when he says he and Aurelia aren't friends anymore, Ronin glancing over his shoulder. And then the bombs drops, the Huntsman falling to a halt in the trees. She what? he says, incredulous. I... what? How did... I mean, I imagine that didn't go well?
