Ronin Taliesin
but they haven't seen the best of me
Ronin could drown in this, he decides, the Huntsman busying himself rifling through the nearby bushes to collect some blueberries to snack on - and for pancakes later on. The mental projection of energy, of lightness and enthusiasm (even when devastated) from his husband is so familiar and yet different that he can't seem to get enough of it. "Familiar?" he echoes, emerging from the bushes with his shirt off and filled with berries.
"Mm, I suppose they are quite similar to the ingredients and apparatus you used when you were tinkering with your alchemy," he says, plopping the makeshift berry-basket down to go and crouch in the shallows with his husband. "There should be plenty of goldfish here too, if we're lucky."
"Mm, I suppose they are quite similar to the ingredients and apparatus you used when you were tinkering with your alchemy," he says, plopping the makeshift berry-basket down to go and crouch in the shallows with his husband. "There should be plenty of goldfish here too, if we're lucky."
