and on to the glory at my right hand
Sugar, of course, retaliates with her own cloud of white, though hers will likely leave Remi's eyelashes and eyebrows frozen solid. Chirping to him and snapping her teeth (almost) affectionately, she takes to the air again with Oria on her back, leaving the Taliesins to be weird and violent and flirty. She'd take Spice too, if she had the space or inclination.
"A good point," Ronin concedes, able to feel the ripples of heat that tug along their Attuned bond, reeling him in like a fish on a hook. "And you know, I'm not sure she is. My companion, I mean." Smiling down at the hatchling in his pocket, Ronin shrugs. "There's no bond, anyway. It was instant, with Sugar. Not that it matters - she'll be in safe hands regardless."
But that doesn't really answer the question, so Ronin steps up beside his husband and nods in the direction of home. "Frozen ramphire for now, and then you and I will go hunting." Whether it's in the real sense of the word or a euphemism (probably both) is something they can decide later.
"A good point," Ronin concedes, able to feel the ripples of heat that tug along their Attuned bond, reeling him in like a fish on a hook. "And you know, I'm not sure she is. My companion, I mean." Smiling down at the hatchling in his pocket, Ronin shrugs. "There's no bond, anyway. It was instant, with Sugar. Not that it matters - she'll be in safe hands regardless."
But that doesn't really answer the question, so Ronin steps up beside his husband and nods in the direction of home. "Frozen ramphire for now, and then you and I will go hunting." Whether it's in the real sense of the word or a euphemism (probably both) is something they can decide later.
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