there exists a tipping point between gods and monsters
Not unless your head also has a unicorn horn when you're a person, Ronin reasons, shifting to arrange himself back around his big hunk of ice, Sugar perched along the top. The dragon only glances at her when she pops back into Phoebe-form, his reptillian gaze tracking her carefully as she moves through the trees and back out onto the bank of the Whispershore. It's interesting isn't it, when you find those new shifts by accident. Interesting meaning good and bad.
Alright, alright. I'm sorry I frightened you, he drawls, and though the urge is there, to offer her a toothy smile, Ronin resists lest he scare her all over again. I'm making an ice sculpture. It's going to be a luxere, with a hawk in its antlers. I was going to try it with my claws... Maybe you could supervise?
Alright, alright. I'm sorry I frightened you, he drawls, and though the urge is there, to offer her a toothy smile, Ronin resists lest he scare her all over again. I'm making an ice sculpture. It's going to be a luxere, with a hawk in its antlers. I was going to try it with my claws... Maybe you could supervise?
ronin
