you are terrifying and strange and beautiful
"That does sound like fun," Ronin agrees, a smile creeping across his face despite himself. "Alright. Once we've finished our stroll through here, maybe we can find an empty enclosure and you can conjure some memory balloons. If I instantly want to bite them and pop them, we'll leave them at home when we go to the Draig," he decides, his smile only growing to feel the feather-soft wing fanning out behind his head.
"Mm, well... it's a bad time to be disconnected, wrapped up in one's life, or new to the party," he mutters, wanting to sound more sympathetic to his fellow demigods but equally seeming unable to conjure it. "Mm... it's a bitter pill to swallow when it feels like we're the only ones trying." It might not be especially fair, but at the same time, Ronin thinks he's entitled to be a bit selfish for a second.
"Oh, look..." Pausing, Ronin nods up ahead, where a hare is hopping about through the foliage. Hungry?
"Mm, well... it's a bad time to be disconnected, wrapped up in one's life, or new to the party," he mutters, wanting to sound more sympathetic to his fellow demigods but equally seeming unable to conjure it. "Mm... it's a bitter pill to swallow when it feels like we're the only ones trying." It might not be especially fair, but at the same time, Ronin thinks he's entitled to be a bit selfish for a second.
"Oh, look..." Pausing, Ronin nods up ahead, where a hare is hopping about through the foliage. Hungry?
The huntsman
