you are terrifying and strange and beautiful
"Thanks for coming out here with me," Ronin says with a smile over his shoulder to Flora as he crunches across the trail in thick boots. After the whole void beach thing and the Feverlands thing, it's nice to be in a place that feels crisp and clean with the snow, he feels. And given that he'd taken them on a detour through the House of Midnight, it's the least he can do to make up for it by showing Flora the Dreaming Well.
(Yes, yes, he knows her mother and probably-soon-to-be-stepfather own the place, but she's still visiting a brothel with a paternal figure, and it's weird enough for Ronin without even considering the young woman at his side). "They say there's a spirit that lives in this well," he continues as they step into the grove where the snow-covered wellhouse sits. "If you throw a shiny pebble into it, the spirit will bless you with a good night's sleep."
(Yes, yes, he knows her mother and probably-soon-to-be-stepfather own the place, but she's still visiting a brothel with a paternal figure, and it's weird enough for Ronin without even considering the young woman at his side). "They say there's a spirit that lives in this well," he continues as they step into the grove where the snow-covered wellhouse sits. "If you throw a shiny pebble into it, the spirit will bless you with a good night's sleep."
The Knight
