there will be scrapes and sutures; viciousness and victory
"Alright," Ronin announces, his tone not dissimilar to the way he'd address soldiers when training them - and it doesn't help that he paces a slow line before Remi, like a drill sergeant giving orders, "the rules are this." Eyebrow raise for emphasis. "No shifting. No magic. No cheating. This is a good, old fashioned game of extreme tag through the Greatwood. And if you break the rules, husband, I will know."
He points to a pale dragon lurking in the rich, leafy boughs above. "Because she will snitch on you." Grinning, he turns to face the dense woodland. "We'll take a route through the Wildwood, then move to the Stone Symphony, and then finally end up in Sidhe. And if we find anything on the way? Well, that's just all for the better, isn't it?"
Rubbing his hands together and rolling his shoulders, Ronin reaches into his pocket to withdraw a battered coin with a ship engraved on one side, and a kraken on the other. "Sails or suckers? Loser is it."
He points to a pale dragon lurking in the rich, leafy boughs above. "Because she will snitch on you." Grinning, he turns to face the dense woodland. "We'll take a route through the Wildwood, then move to the Stone Symphony, and then finally end up in Sidhe. And if we find anything on the way? Well, that's just all for the better, isn't it?"
Rubbing his hands together and rolling his shoulders, Ronin reaches into his pocket to withdraw a battered coin with a ship engraved on one side, and a kraken on the other. "Sails or suckers? Loser is it."
RONIN
