even my darkness shines for you
"Mm, I managed to paint some great scenes here. Sunset and sunrise especially," Ronin agrees, sipping at his own drink and smiling openly to hear that Seren has secured a studio for herself. "That's great news," he says. "Where abouts is it? I'll have to drop by one day - maybe we can paint together, or at least pretend to decorate the place." With paint, of course.
As for the dragons and at what point they'd leave his daughter alone, Ronin furrows his brow and grabs up a sandwich for himself, considering it. "I'd say Sunjata and Deimos, probably, are the only other two who'd have them thinking twice," he murmurs. "But as long as you're with one of them - or with me or Remi - as you can see, it still seems to work."
As for the dragons and at what point they'd leave his daughter alone, Ronin furrows his brow and grabs up a sandwich for himself, considering it. "I'd say Sunjata and Deimos, probably, are the only other two who'd have them thinking twice," he murmurs. "But as long as you're with one of them - or with me or Remi - as you can see, it still seems to work."
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