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RONIN if there's one thing i'm good at, it's surviving That's his cue, he supposes. Feeling himself fade back into the green, Ronin steps forward into the cloudy cosmos, lingering on the edges of the blanket that Kamaria and Safrin have been seated upon. Perhaps it's the realisation that this first meeting is so important, but the dream clads him in the constellation dotted leather that covers his form when in his phoenix's partial shift, the stars twinkling softly on his chest and back. "Hello, Kamaria," he says with a gentle nod of his head. "I imagine you must have a lot of questions, a lot to process. I won't rush you. I'll just be around, when you need me. I'm in the Greatwood, at the moment. But if you'd like me to come and get you, I can. Just say the word."