RONIN
the white knight
light is easy to love.
Having selected a flat rock jutting out of the sands, away from any angry flora or sharp bits of bone, Ronin has just settled himself upon it when he spots movement out of the corner of his eye. Immediately tensing - Sohalia is not the only one very wary of strangers these days - his eyes soften back from serpentine slits as he realises who it is, and he forces out a breath that drags his shoulders down from his ears. "It's good to see you, Sohalia," he says softly, offering a tired smile and nodding at the space next to him.
"By all means - I was just taking a rest before heading home. It's a long flight down from the Greatwood." And back, and forth, and back again, he might have added, but opts not to. "How is the map going? I don't think I've visited this area too much. I try to stay away from it as a rule, if I'm honest." What with it actively trying to devour visitors and all.
"By all means - I was just taking a rest before heading home. It's a long flight down from the Greatwood." And back, and forth, and back again, he might have added, but opts not to. "How is the map going? I don't think I've visited this area too much. I try to stay away from it as a rule, if I'm honest." What with it actively trying to devour visitors and all.
show me your darkness.
