I shouldn't laugh, but I know I'm a failure in your eyes
"There they go again."
Ronin's voice is uncharacteristically low and serious, his dark brows furrowed into a scowl as he watches a murder of four-winged void messengers swoop and dive as they head out to sea - undoubtedly towards Starfall, he thinks.
For all that they had spent their time not two days before paddling in the sun dappled shallows around the Northaven, today (technically, for evening is fast on the approach) the skies are a slate grey, offering a moody backdrop to the flight of the messengers overhead. Biting at the inside of his cheek, Ronin watches them with arms folded across his chest, the collar of his jacket turned up against any errand raindrops.
"I know they don't carry messages in scrolls of paper, like usual ravens. But they must have some way of relaying what they know to the Family." And to those infected by them. But he doesn't say that much.
Ronin's voice is uncharacteristically low and serious, his dark brows furrowed into a scowl as he watches a murder of four-winged void messengers swoop and dive as they head out to sea - undoubtedly towards Starfall, he thinks.
For all that they had spent their time not two days before paddling in the sun dappled shallows around the Northaven, today (technically, for evening is fast on the approach) the skies are a slate grey, offering a moody backdrop to the flight of the messengers overhead. Biting at the inside of his cheek, Ronin watches them with arms folded across his chest, the collar of his jacket turned up against any errand raindrops.
"I know they don't carry messages in scrolls of paper, like usual ravens. But they must have some way of relaying what they know to the Family." And to those infected by them. But he doesn't say that much.
RONIN
