you may not want to change
but the world is unforgiving and will do it for you anyway
but the world is unforgiving and will do it for you anyway
With a muscle feathering in his jaw, Ronin has clearly forgotten that he's wearing his little flower crown, because he's already slipping on some sandals and heading for the door. In an open linen shirt coloured a dusty blue and a pair of shorts adorned with lilypads, he's going to make quite the guardian angel if he manages to get to Maea in time. "Come on," he urges, his voice never leaving the soft calm it has dropped into, his hand held out for his husband.
"Flora still has a compass, right? If I borrow it I can get to the Grounds - to anywhere settled - quicker than a blink. In the meantime you can try and get more information, and if you find anything out, you can come straight to me using your magic." They have time. They have time. It's true that the temporary hourglass of Maea's afterlife is already streaming sand at a relentless pace, but they can cover as much ground as possible in those twenty-four hours.
"Flora still has a compass, right? If I borrow it I can get to the Grounds - to anywhere settled - quicker than a blink. In the meantime you can try and get more information, and if you find anything out, you can come straight to me using your magic." They have time. They have time. It's true that the temporary hourglass of Maea's afterlife is already streaming sand at a relentless pace, but they can cover as much ground as possible in those twenty-four hours.
RONIN
