and on to the glory at my right hand
"I suppose you're right - maybe you've been rubbing off on me." Leaving himself wide open for any innuendo Remi wants to throw his way, the Supernova merely offers a smirk over his shoulder for his husband's trouble. Inching along a few more feet until they don't have to cling quite so tightly to the ridge of freezing stone, Ronin shifts to crouch down and look out over the vista, Sugar swooping to land on his shoulder.
Warbling something to Oria that Ronin assumes is their equivalent conversation, he huffs out a soft breath and swipes some frost out of his hair. "Home, honestly," he says, "If I could make it. If not, I guess somewhere high and safe where I could recuperate." Grumbling and straightening up, he unfurls star-speckled wings from his shoulders and glances to Remi. "Do you want to circle one side of the cliffs? I'll take the other - there might be a nest or a hideout we're missing."
Warbling something to Oria that Ronin assumes is their equivalent conversation, he huffs out a soft breath and swipes some frost out of his hair. "Home, honestly," he says, "If I could make it. If not, I guess somewhere high and safe where I could recuperate." Grumbling and straightening up, he unfurls star-speckled wings from his shoulders and glances to Remi. "Do you want to circle one side of the cliffs? I'll take the other - there might be a nest or a hideout we're missing."
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