RONIN
the white knight
light is easy to love.
"Glad you think so - I think I almost lost a finger trying to get away from the cliffs before a fledgling noticed me," Ronin says, chuckling under his breath and glancing down once more to admire the shells. Glancing, then, to the buds and petals Noah has managed to gather, he nods his agreement to the plan to get them back to the safety of Halo. "Sure, I can do that. Hang on..."
Kneeling in the blanket of fragrant flowers - and taking a moment or so, perhaps, just to enjoy it despite the obvious danger - the Knight gathers Noah's collection of flora into the eggshells, which prove large enough to make an all too perfect recepticle for them. "There," he says, rising to his feet and keeping the shrine materials cradled carefully in his arms.
"Lead the way and I'll follow? If we get ambushed by anything I'll keep these safe," he promises, wings already flexing in preparation for the flight away from the Cordillera.
Kneeling in the blanket of fragrant flowers - and taking a moment or so, perhaps, just to enjoy it despite the obvious danger - the Knight gathers Noah's collection of flora into the eggshells, which prove large enough to make an all too perfect recepticle for them. "There," he says, rising to his feet and keeping the shrine materials cradled carefully in his arms.
"Lead the way and I'll follow? If we get ambushed by anything I'll keep these safe," he promises, wings already flexing in preparation for the flight away from the Cordillera.
show me your darkness.
