RONIN
the white knight
light is easy to love.
Peering over her shoulder at the map so far, Ronin tilts his head, visibly impressed. "Mm, you can say that again," he says of the island, a brief and crooked smile tugging at his lips. "That's quite a skill, you know. I remember when I was a soldier we'd rely heavily on the maps given to us. I never appreciated how much effort went into creating them." He's content to watch her work for as long as she'll allow him, falling into a comfortable silence that lets him catch his breath and quiet the screaming in his aching muscles.
The gourd, of course, swings his attention about immediately, and although he doesn't attack it - live and let live indeed - the pinpoints of radiant light that suddenly appear around him suggest that he'll be more than happy to lob a few firebolts its way if it does start trouble. (It does not, preferring to bumble further into the reaches of the island where things don't seem so suddenly tense). "I think we're just lucky, if you can call it that," Ronin scoffs, the lights winking back out. "They've been around every Leafchange since I can remember, but this is the first time I've seen them in Torchline."
The gourd, of course, swings his attention about immediately, and although he doesn't attack it - live and let live indeed - the pinpoints of radiant light that suddenly appear around him suggest that he'll be more than happy to lob a few firebolts its way if it does start trouble. (It does not, preferring to bumble further into the reaches of the island where things don't seem so suddenly tense). "I think we're just lucky, if you can call it that," Ronin scoffs, the lights winking back out. "They've been around every Leafchange since I can remember, but this is the first time I've seen them in Torchline."
show me your darkness.
