RONIN
the white knight
"Oh, delightful." Ronin laughs, cracking his knuckles and rolling his neck now as they wind down from their sparring, the Knight relishing the cool breeze that comes to ripple through the tall grasses of the Aumakua. "Hm?" He turns back to Zavien as the man speaks of his ulterior motive, a brow raised, though as he explains, Ronin is already offering him a warm smile in return.
"Never, ever feel bad about calling on us," he tells him gently but firmly. "We were given our power by the gods to help people - I was, anyway. And I would much prefer to let dinner burn or have training interrupted or be dragged out of a nap if it means I'm keeping someone safe." Reaching out, he claps a friendly hand upon his shoulder.
"I appreciate you thinking about us, though. It's always nice to be treated as a person as well as a demigod," he says with a good-natured chuckle. "But I hope you never think twice when it comes to channelling me if you need me."
"Never, ever feel bad about calling on us," he tells him gently but firmly. "We were given our power by the gods to help people - I was, anyway. And I would much prefer to let dinner burn or have training interrupted or be dragged out of a nap if it means I'm keeping someone safe." Reaching out, he claps a friendly hand upon his shoulder.
"I appreciate you thinking about us, though. It's always nice to be treated as a person as well as a demigod," he says with a good-natured chuckle. "But I hope you never think twice when it comes to channelling me if you need me."
i'll get over it
i just gotta be dramatic first
i just gotta be dramatic first
