we shall heal our wounds, collect our dead
Having been waiting with bated breath to try and defend the ball from the goal as another one of the children prepares to strike, his name hitting the air naturally has him glancing up. These days his waking hours are filled with people asking for his help - help he gives freely when he doesn't get the chance to offer it before they ask - and he assumes this is another occasion. Only when his eyes land on Aurelia, there's a brief moment of polite acknowledgement before recognition spears through his expression.
"Aurelia?" He grins - and the ball smacks him in the shoulder, much to the kids' amusement. Laughing along with them and taking a second to extract himself (I still saved it, Ronin is protesting, despite having done little more than standthere) it's only a few moments before he can break from the group and cross the plaza towards the Fireheart.
"Gods, it's been years," he calls, and whatever sort of greeting Aurelia might have been expecting, she'll be treated to a bear hug from the Knight, the sort that will pull her from the ground and into his waiting arms. "Where the hell have you been loca?"
"Aurelia?" He grins - and the ball smacks him in the shoulder, much to the kids' amusement. Laughing along with them and taking a second to extract himself (I still saved it, Ronin is protesting, despite having done little more than standthere) it's only a few moments before he can break from the group and cross the plaza towards the Fireheart.
"Gods, it's been years," he calls, and whatever sort of greeting Aurelia might have been expecting, she'll be treated to a bear hug from the Knight, the sort that will pull her from the ground and into his waiting arms. "Where the hell have you been loca?"
THE WHITE KNIGHT
and continue fighting
