we shall heal our wounds, collect our dead
"Your son?" Ronin echoes the words, raising his eyebrows and grinning. Leaning in for another quick hug, he gives her a smooch on the cheek of congratulations before finally stepping back again. "I would love to meet him," he says with a gentle nod. "Though I'm afraid he can't join in on training until he's a bit older. Er... unless he already is...?" Frey stuff, who knew?
Weapons, Pims and woodsy magics - all a recipe for a fine afternoon regardless of what they plan to do with the time. "I think right now I'd prefer my orgasms pre-planned," he says with a grin, leading them over to an open, sandy sort of training arena. "A shield, though? Go ahead, I'll see if I can break through it. Don't hit me with it though, okay?"
Weapons, Pims and woodsy magics - all a recipe for a fine afternoon regardless of what they plan to do with the time. "I think right now I'd prefer my orgasms pre-planned," he says with a grin, leading them over to an open, sandy sort of training arena. "A shield, though? Go ahead, I'll see if I can break through it. Don't hit me with it though, okay?"
THE DARK STAR
and continue fighting
