and on to the glory at my right hand
Exasperation aside, Ronin shifts back onto two legs the moment he's properly landed in the snowbank, though it does put him in a perfect positon to be hit with the spray of powder that Sunjata's wings throws at him. "Rude, Jata." Spluttering a bit and brushing off his coat as best he can, the Knight straightens up, pale wings settling behind him on his shoulders. Dressed for true winter in a thick coat, a scarf and some hardy gloves and boots, he nevertheless offers the Flood a quick smile before scanning the landscape as if looking for Ursur.
He'd be a little put out if he actually spotted any, but luckily the snowdrifts are blessedly empty, which makes it very simple indeed to turn and narrow his eyes in through one of the tunnels in The Fangs. "Did you see that?" Grinning as if he's spotted a shape or a glimpse of rugged fur, Ronin beckons the Flood to follow him and sneaks into the dark caverns as if this is the best day of his life. Luckily it is Leafchange and the Knight is as much of a loose cannon as he's ever going to be, so the show is a convincing one.
He'd be a little put out if he actually spotted any, but luckily the snowdrifts are blessedly empty, which makes it very simple indeed to turn and narrow his eyes in through one of the tunnels in The Fangs. "Did you see that?" Grinning as if he's spotted a shape or a glimpse of rugged fur, Ronin beckons the Flood to follow him and sneaks into the dark caverns as if this is the best day of his life. Luckily it is Leafchange and the Knight is as much of a loose cannon as he's ever going to be, so the show is a convincing one.
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