RONIN
the huntsman
when the city goes silent
With a sprightly toss of his head, the sound of sleigh bells accompanies the soft clop of hooves on frozen ground, and to anyone watching, Ronin must be a Deepfrost fairytale. Or, in the case of the predator following close at his heels, a very delicious snack. I would hate to be a burden to you, husband. Is there anything I can do to make things easier for you? Other than to stop looking tasty from every angle imaginable, of course.
Would you like me to take a shortcut to Vai's, for instance? A shortcut, of course, being more of a long way around, because he imagines the last thing anyone will want is for them to arrive at the witch's cottage all wound up and in the skins of a predator (in Remi's case, especially).
Would you like me to take a shortcut to Vai's, for instance? A shortcut, of course, being more of a long way around, because he imagines the last thing anyone will want is for them to arrive at the witch's cottage all wound up and in the skins of a predator (in Remi's case, especially).
the ringing in my ears gets violent
