you may not want to change
but the world is unforgiving and will do it for you anyway
but the world is unforgiving and will do it for you anyway
Apparently, there's some shit happening out at the Feverlands. Ronin knows this because the dragoons who have returned from there this morning keep talking about it while he's trying to train them (it has resulted in more than one bonk across the head with the hilt of a practice sword). Truthfully, anything that sounds like Fiat Lux makes his blood run cold, but he finds the tension bleeding from him somewhat when part of the shit happening seems to involve making food.
Unfortunately, being soldiers, the dragoons are the Caido equivalent of basic bitches when it comes to culinary delights, and he goes from shooing them out of the training area to shooing them out of the kitchens soon enough. If you want something done right, and all that.
And so it is that Safrin's demigod, the Huntsman, the Commander of the Storm, finds himself beating eggs in his training gear on a cool Flowerbirth morning. Luckily, he's learned not to question this sort of chaos. It only hurts his head.
Unfortunately, being soldiers, the dragoons are the Caido equivalent of basic bitches when it comes to culinary delights, and he goes from shooing them out of the training area to shooing them out of the kitchens soon enough. If you want something done right, and all that.
And so it is that Safrin's demigod, the Huntsman, the Commander of the Storm, finds himself beating eggs in his training gear on a cool Flowerbirth morning. Luckily, he's learned not to question this sort of chaos. It only hurts his head.
RONIN
