RONIN
With a grumble of unease at the sight of the Oerwoud and it's more-purple-than-normal appearance, Ronin makes a mental note to try and see if anything can be done once he's finished with his current task. A task he's trying quite hard to keep his claws around, at least until the Feverlands blurs into view at last. But of course, one doesn't earn the moniker of White Knight by taking the easy way out, and so whilst he certainly wants to just let go of the thing and be done with it, it's best to see what he's working with first.
And so, wings beating hard over the Feverlands, a white-hot glow begins to ignite in the dragon's throat, and Ronin unleashes a blast of celestial fire down at the trees. If he's lucky, he hopes he can just burn away a few of them and make sure the coast is clear, so to speak. And if he's not lucky?
Well. He's spent a lot of his life being not lucky, so he'll deal with it.
Ronin lets out a blast of celestial fire to try and clear an area of the Feverlands to see if the coast is clear to drop the boulder!
And so, wings beating hard over the Feverlands, a white-hot glow begins to ignite in the dragon's throat, and Ronin unleashes a blast of celestial fire down at the trees. If he's lucky, he hopes he can just burn away a few of them and make sure the coast is clear, so to speak. And if he's not lucky?
Well. He's spent a lot of his life being not lucky, so he'll deal with it.
Ronin lets out a blast of celestial fire to try and clear an area of the Feverlands to see if the coast is clear to drop the boulder!
no grave could hold my body down
