we shall heal our wounds, collect our dead
It isn't often that the Supernova is told he'll do, and his ego doesn't know if it's quaintly surprised by it, or offended. Settling on the former (because it's his adopted daughter, of course), it's with a gentle tilt of his head that he sets down the crates. Sugar heads up to perch among the rafters as her seat is rudely jostled away from her, and Spice - of course - only clings on harder to Ronin's scalp so she doesn't slide off with the movement. Which is just as pleasant as one might imagine.
"I'll do for wh-- ow," he's saying when Flora brings up the hatchling in the room, Ronin reaching up to detach the tiny dragon's claws from his skin and hair. "Yeah, this is Spice," he introduces. "Found her up in the Cordillera - the rest of her clutch and her mother didn't make it, so I'm playing mother until she's old enough to fly."
"I'll do for wh-- ow," he's saying when Flora brings up the hatchling in the room, Ronin reaching up to detach the tiny dragon's claws from his skin and hair. "Yeah, this is Spice," he introduces. "Found her up in the Cordillera - the rest of her clutch and her mother didn't make it, so I'm playing mother until she's old enough to fly."
THE SUPERNOVA
and continue fighting
