we shall heal our wounds, collect our dead
In recent times, Remi and Ronin have discussed potentially creating a training arena for Torchline to call her own, but gods, it's been a long while since the Knight has done anything close to creating his own space that he has no idea where to really begin. And so he goes to where his conversation with his husband has taken him - to Sunjata's old boxing arena, or rather the burned out shell of the place, still derelict after all this time.
It would be a depressing sort of visit were it not for the group of kids around who have tempted him with a game of soccer. Granted, the ball is made of nothing more than a bundle of rags, and one of the children has created a 'goal' out two piles of pebbles, but that's all that's really needed for tomfoolery on a breezy, Flowerbirth afternoon.
And so it's with his plans on the backburner and even with thoughts of them faint in the back of his mind that he feigns trying to tackle the ball from one of the kids, only to have them snatch it away and punt it towards the goal (it misses, but there is much cheering and carousing nonetheless).
It would be a depressing sort of visit were it not for the group of kids around who have tempted him with a game of soccer. Granted, the ball is made of nothing more than a bundle of rags, and one of the children has created a 'goal' out two piles of pebbles, but that's all that's really needed for tomfoolery on a breezy, Flowerbirth afternoon.
And so it's with his plans on the backburner and even with thoughts of them faint in the back of his mind that he feigns trying to tackle the ball from one of the kids, only to have them snatch it away and punt it towards the goal (it misses, but there is much cheering and carousing nonetheless).
THE WHITE KNIGHT
and continue fighting
