Damien
there's some good in this
world worth fighting for
world worth fighting for
Damien let a fraction of a smile ease onto his face, the corners softening. He glanced toward Sugar briefly as the dragon settled on Ronin’s shoulder. “They’ll choose their own people. I’ve started learning that very quickly.” There was a faint weight in his tone, an acknowledgment of instinct and respect.
Aria, as if playing the part, accepted Ronin’s offered hand with careful enthusiasm, nudging against it and letting him deliver the scritch, tail flicking like a dappled banner in the breeze. She paused to glance at the items piled in the cart, ears twitching as she investigated the lengths of wood and the bag of sand, batting gently at a stray piece of hay.
His posture eased, weight shifting slightly from one leg to the other. “A training school?” His tone lifted, curious, though he kept it measured. “You mean like... for anyone? Or are you expecting people with experience already?” He tilted his head, eyes scanning the half-finished dummy again. “Do you teach techniques yourself, or is it more... self-guided, sparring with oversight?”
He adjusted the coffee under his arm, considering the street around them for a moment. “Mind if we walk with you a ways? I'd be interested to hear more but, I don't want to hold you up.”
Aria, as if playing the part, accepted Ronin’s offered hand with careful enthusiasm, nudging against it and letting him deliver the scritch, tail flicking like a dappled banner in the breeze. She paused to glance at the items piled in the cart, ears twitching as she investigated the lengths of wood and the bag of sand, batting gently at a stray piece of hay.
His posture eased, weight shifting slightly from one leg to the other. “A training school?” His tone lifted, curious, though he kept it measured. “You mean like... for anyone? Or are you expecting people with experience already?” He tilted his head, eyes scanning the half-finished dummy again. “Do you teach techniques yourself, or is it more... self-guided, sparring with oversight?”
He adjusted the coffee under his arm, considering the street around them for a moment. “Mind if we walk with you a ways? I'd be interested to hear more but, I don't want to hold you up.”
