RONIN
Ronin's shoulders sag even at the noise of tearing silk that preludes Safrin's appearance. He'd been momentarily worried, perhaps, that she would think his work unsatisfactory, but as she clasps his cheeks and her lips touch his forehead, he (literally) glows with delight. Silent - because this is Sunjata's judgement now - he merely steps back as she turns to face the Flood.
He will remain to pick up whatever pieces of Sunjata the goddess chooses to leave behind, to accept any further instruction, but other than that, he wisely chooses to keep his mouth shut. He will bear witness to this, whatever the result may be.
Ronin won't reply unless directly spoken to from here!
He will remain to pick up whatever pieces of Sunjata the goddess chooses to leave behind, to accept any further instruction, but other than that, he wisely chooses to keep his mouth shut. He will bear witness to this, whatever the result may be.
Ronin won't reply unless directly spoken to from here!
one more wish for you
