[SE] Ice on my teeth

"Oh? I certainly will," Ronin says with a flash of teeth, turning to ensure he puts the box with the glasses inside somewhere safe and out of the way, where he can pick it up before they leave the festival. Straightening up to listen to Maea as she speaks, he follows suit in the second of what will absolutely be several more courses of food; Ronin opts for some soft cheeses on crackers drizzled with honey, munching on a bite while the pale Ancient continues. "It's never easy to try and find where you fit in the world," he agrees. "I've moved enough myself to know that much. Where are you thinking of going?" he asks, licking a dab of honey from his thumb and setting his plate down to grab a napkin to wipe further at his hands. "Ah, you know how it is. We can't turn around without a crisis these days," he says, and although there is a smile on his lips, his eyes are tired. "Remi and I have had to promise to step back from anything related to the void," he explains in a quieter voice. "The Family threatened our children, so..." He shrugs. "There was no question about out choice in the matter." RONIN Darkness is a funny thing. It creeps up on you.