we shall heal our wounds, collect our dead
Sitting himself down on a little bench as Maea disappears to get changed, Ronin hums thoughtfully to himself while admiring a few cravats on display. "I think you can make any time work, truthfully," he says. "Since we're approaching the colder months, you might consider making it a little more weather friendly." Braziers, indoor areas, that sort of thing. "I used to enjoy Longheat evenings the most, though." A shame that they're exiting the season, in truth.
Maea's idea is a good one regardless of the time of year, though - official talks wrapped in a party? Ronin's eyebrows raise, impressed, before he realises she can't actually see him right now. "That sounds like a great idea. It isn't too often that the regions mingle in an official capacity." And maybe this way relationships will continue to grow within the Hollowed Grounds.
Blinking himself away from imagined dances, suits, gowns and banquets, Ronin glances up to see the Ancient emerge in her new dress, and his beaming smile already gives away his opinion. "Honestly? It looks as though it was made for you," he says. "How does it feel? Is it easy to move in?"
Maea's idea is a good one regardless of the time of year, though - official talks wrapped in a party? Ronin's eyebrows raise, impressed, before he realises she can't actually see him right now. "That sounds like a great idea. It isn't too often that the regions mingle in an official capacity." And maybe this way relationships will continue to grow within the Hollowed Grounds.
Blinking himself away from imagined dances, suits, gowns and banquets, Ronin glances up to see the Ancient emerge in her new dress, and his beaming smile already gives away his opinion. "Honestly? It looks as though it was made for you," he says. "How does it feel? Is it easy to move in?"
THE SUPERNOVA
and continue fighting
