RONIN
the white knight
"That's a clever bit of magic," Ronin rumbles as he appears fortuitously at the Tidebreaker's shoulder, having spotted him down the stretch of beach. Ordinarily he'd have called out a greeting or broken into a jog to join his fellow demigod sooner, but Hadama had seemed somewhat preoccupied, and Ronin was a soldier long before he was anything else, and knows better than to startle a man holding a weapon.
"I didn't get to say so at the last meeting," he adds a touch apologetically; by that point he'd been understandably preoccupied by the state of his husband, and committing to small-talk had vanished to the back of his mind and then some. "Have you found many of these since the sun rose?" he wonders of the pineapples - or what's left of them, thanks to Dama's magic.
"I didn't get to say so at the last meeting," he adds a touch apologetically; by that point he'd been understandably preoccupied by the state of his husband, and committing to small-talk had vanished to the back of his mind and then some. "Have you found many of these since the sun rose?" he wonders of the pineapples - or what's left of them, thanks to Dama's magic.
