even my darkness shines for you
"Mm, it really was," Ronin remembers fondly, and the warm expression on his face only grows as the houseboat begins to come into view. Naturally it has been somewhat consumed by the elements, if only in the way wildflowers and herbs have grown over any path that Remi and Ronin once walked, and some moss and ivy have made some good progress trying to climb one side of the structure. Smelling mint and rose and sweet grass, the Knight pauses as he finds himself among a garden he'd once known like the back of his hand, given that he and Remi had planted it together.
"Quite often in fact," he says of the borealis, grinning to his daughter and pointing - after putting down the apple still in his hands - to the 'crows nest' of the boat. "You can get a great view of the stars from up there, too, and there's no light pollution."
"Quite often in fact," he says of the borealis, grinning to his daughter and pointing - after putting down the apple still in his hands - to the 'crows nest' of the boat. "You can get a great view of the stars from up there, too, and there's no light pollution."
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