RONIN
THE DARK STAR
They reply, though Ronin has to do a double take to make sure the words are actually coming from the person. Blinking and tilting his head as if the response has momentarily glitched him out (it has), eventually the Huntsman clears his throat and nods to the stranger. "Right, of course," he says, glancing back into the rolling, snowcapped hills and feeling already as though this interaction is going nowhere.
"Well, I am looking for a specific shrine, one that might have caused all this cold. And I don't think that's you..." Though with the way things are, gods, it really could be. "Anyway, sorry for bothering you." Unless otherwise engaged, the Huntsman will step back along the Boondocks and take his search elsewhere. Hopefully to places less weird.
~FIN
"Well, I am looking for a specific shrine, one that might have caused all this cold. And I don't think that's you..." Though with the way things are, gods, it really could be. "Anyway, sorry for bothering you." Unless otherwise engaged, the Huntsman will step back along the Boondocks and take his search elsewhere. Hopefully to places less weird.
~FIN
now don’t you lose hope
I swear I never dream that we’re alone
I swear I still believe but I don’t know
