I shouldn't laugh, but I know I'm a failure in your eyes
Rolling his shoulders and allowing a smattering of feathers to remain along them to keep the armour in place, Ronin steps away from the hotsprings proper and gestures to the bench, as if to ask if she minds him sitting down beside her. (Or more accurately, he supposes, if Tarak minds). He's about to make the usual small talk - about what a lovely name she has, how hot the weather is even up on the floating isle - but Sohalia has questions of her own, and Ronin at least has the decency to look sheepish.
"Ah," he says, gazing down at the armour. "Yes, it was. From Safrin," he explains. "She and I are..." Taking a deep breath - because even after all this time, he still finds it awkward saying things like I'm her ChOsEn OnE and whatnot - Ronin reminds himself of why his goddess has sent him out into the world again, and squashes the discomfort underfoot.
"I'm her demigod," he explains with a soft smile. "The armour comes from a pendant she gave me, so that my clothes don't burn off when I shift." He gestures to the smouldering phoenix feathers for clarification.
"Ah," he says, gazing down at the armour. "Yes, it was. From Safrin," he explains. "She and I are..." Taking a deep breath - because even after all this time, he still finds it awkward saying things like I'm her ChOsEn OnE and whatnot - Ronin reminds himself of why his goddess has sent him out into the world again, and squashes the discomfort underfoot.
"I'm her demigod," he explains with a soft smile. "The armour comes from a pendant she gave me, so that my clothes don't burn off when I shift." He gestures to the smouldering phoenix feathers for clarification.
RONIN
