we shall heal our wounds, collect our dead
Most would likely be unsettled at best at the sight of the Bastion standing in the forest, somehow more beast than man without ever losing the shape of himself, but for Ronin it's almost par for the course. Smiling affectionately towards his husband, he offers him a gentle nod and rolls his own shoulders, as if to try and crack through the tension he knows will remain there until well into Deepfrost. (And based on what will soon happen - lol timelines - it won't get any less stressful either).
It would be my pleasure. Offering a rather noble bow from the waist to Remi, the Knight takes a slow inhale and concentrates only for a moment on thoughts of his husband and his family; enough to have radiant light pulsing from him to illuminate their immediate surroundings.
Setting off into the undergrowth as if on some midnight stroll by himself, Ronin softly whistles under his breath, the sound just loud enough that, combined with the light, it isn't long before a few gourds come rolling and tumbling and hissing out to cause mischief.
It would be my pleasure. Offering a rather noble bow from the waist to Remi, the Knight takes a slow inhale and concentrates only for a moment on thoughts of his husband and his family; enough to have radiant light pulsing from him to illuminate their immediate surroundings.
Setting off into the undergrowth as if on some midnight stroll by himself, Ronin softly whistles under his breath, the sound just loud enough that, combined with the light, it isn't long before a few gourds come rolling and tumbling and hissing out to cause mischief.
THE WHITE KNIGHT
and continue fighting
