Ronin Taliesin
but they haven't seen the best of me
Grinning at the fish as much as at Remi's responses, Ronin rolls his shoulders in a shrug. "I'm sure they'll turn up again, for either one of you." Clearly the Huntsman believes in the other man's ability to find his abandoned treasures, and until then, there are berries and minnows and goldfish to amuse them.
"Mm?" Gazing down at the beady black eyes of the love of his life, Ronin feels his cheeks heat up at the gratitude. "I'm still sorry I couldn't talk about it with you before. I just... it was Mort," he mumbles, still quite unable to believe it. So instead of trying to wrap his head around it, he reaches down to scoop the wet raccoon back into his arms, straightening up from the Whispershore.
"Come on. I still owe you breakfast. Blueberries are shiny when they want to be, right?"
"Mm?" Gazing down at the beady black eyes of the love of his life, Ronin feels his cheeks heat up at the gratitude. "I'm still sorry I couldn't talk about it with you before. I just... it was Mort," he mumbles, still quite unable to believe it. So instead of trying to wrap his head around it, he reaches down to scoop the wet raccoon back into his arms, straightening up from the Whispershore.
"Come on. I still owe you breakfast. Blueberries are shiny when they want to be, right?"
