RONIN
kiss your perfect day goodbye
Reluctant as he is to admit it, after the drama of the past few days in Torchline, it's almost a relief to be able to stretch his wings and just go for a while, pushing himself in ways he rarely gets to unless it's out here under the open sky. The trip to the Cordillera has been fairly straightforward, too, Longheat providing ample thermals to glide upon, the skies warm and calm. Uneventful, which is precisely what Ronin is craving.
And how turbulent must things be, he wonders, that coming up here to prepare for a dinner with Sunjata and Hotaru feels like a breather? Scoffing to himself as he lands in the meadow where the Tramezzino sits nearby, Ronin stretches his wings a final time before dismissing them with a gentle shrug of his shoulders.
There's nothing but the distant rush of water, the wind through the pines nearby and the smell of wildflowers. Closing his eyes to take it in, the Knight lets the sun soak into his shoulders for a moment or so, before he sets off for the old houseboat.
And how turbulent must things be, he wonders, that coming up here to prepare for a dinner with Sunjata and Hotaru feels like a breather? Scoffing to himself as he lands in the meadow where the Tramezzino sits nearby, Ronin stretches his wings a final time before dismissing them with a gentle shrug of his shoulders.
There's nothing but the distant rush of water, the wind through the pines nearby and the smell of wildflowers. Closing his eyes to take it in, the Knight lets the sun soak into his shoulders for a moment or so, before he sets off for the old houseboat.
because the world is on fire
