RONIN
THE WHITE KNIGHT
"It doesn't," Ronin admits with a rough laugh, "but it beats nothing." Shaking his wet hair out of his face and straightening up, he raises his eyebrows at the offer, his thoughts turning soft with surprise and gratitude, and he nods readily. "If you don't mind, I'd really appreciate it." Slogging around the pool until he's beside the rock the boy is seated upon, Ronin accepts the waterskin - glitter and bubble font and all - and takes a sip of the fresh water.
"Nice to meet you - Vesper?" He guesses from the name, tipping a small amount of water into his hand to splash his face anew, before capping it and handing it back. "Ronin," he supplies for his own name. "Thanks again. Are you playing a game or doing magic?" A gentle quip, the Knight nods at the cards spread before him.
"Nice to meet you - Vesper?" He guesses from the name, tipping a small amount of water into his hand to splash his face anew, before capping it and handing it back. "Ronin," he supplies for his own name. "Thanks again. Are you playing a game or doing magic?" A gentle quip, the Knight nods at the cards spread before him.
now don’t you lose hope
I swear I never dream that we’re alone
I swear I still believe but I don’t know
