I shouldn't laugh, but I know I'm a failure in your eyes
Nodding gently, Ronin leaves it at that; hopefully Mateo won't mind receiving a letter or a visit from some old friends of his father's. (He doubts he will - the boy is a socialite and he always has been, as far as Ronin remembers, though whoever goes to see him might need to brace themselves for Mateo's quirks).
His eyebrows raise to hear about the Grounds; not just the changes in the terrain, but the death, the Sparkbird screaming overhead and ravaging the place... The Huntsman lets out a shivering sort of sigh, and he heaves the ningo carcass over his shoulder. "Ancients," he repeats quietly. "Those I have heard about."
Rubbing at the back of his head, he finally returns his gaze to Deimos and offers him a small smile. "I guess you miss a lot, though, when you step away from it all. Maybe I'll drop by the Citadel properly one day soon. We can catch up over a beer?"
His eyebrows raise to hear about the Grounds; not just the changes in the terrain, but the death, the Sparkbird screaming overhead and ravaging the place... The Huntsman lets out a shivering sort of sigh, and he heaves the ningo carcass over his shoulder. "Ancients," he repeats quietly. "Those I have heard about."
Rubbing at the back of his head, he finally returns his gaze to Deimos and offers him a small smile. "I guess you miss a lot, though, when you step away from it all. Maybe I'll drop by the Citadel properly one day soon. We can catch up over a beer?"
RONIN
