RONIN
the white knight
"Good," Ronin says warmly, however much her assurance might be lip service. As the cavalry in question, he'd likely be more offended if he wasn't channelled in a time of need, the Knight taking a final sip from his drink for the moment and setting it down among the flowers so he can lean back on both hands. It puts him in a perfect position to see the strange trepidation settle over Flora, Ronin sitting up properly again almost immediately, a frown shadowing his expression.
"Well...?" he echoes, patient but quietly serious, and as she explains he listens with all the gravity as if she were telling him about an army on Torchline's borders. When she's finished, he lets out a long sigh, seeming both troubled and thoughtful at the same time. "Well," he repeats, this time with emphasis, "if he does show up with that intention, he's not nearly as smart as everyone in Torchline made him out to be."
He shouldn't take it so lightly, he knows, but he thinks he can afford a certain amount of confidence as a longstanding demigod. "Your father and I live there, and so does Melita. You're a skilled fighter in your own right, with the ability to call even more cavalry in if needed. You've got Torchline's citizens at your beck and call, not to mention all the other ways you've made those islands a force to be reckoned with. If he did show up, he'd be little more than a smudge on the sand before he got a chance to take a shot at anyone."
Smiling, he reaches out to tuck a lock of golden hair back behind her ears. "I'm not saying not to get the cannons by the way - get them. But I don't want you or Kai to worry about someone as inconsequential as Jack Barclay, okay?"
"Well...?" he echoes, patient but quietly serious, and as she explains he listens with all the gravity as if she were telling him about an army on Torchline's borders. When she's finished, he lets out a long sigh, seeming both troubled and thoughtful at the same time. "Well," he repeats, this time with emphasis, "if he does show up with that intention, he's not nearly as smart as everyone in Torchline made him out to be."
He shouldn't take it so lightly, he knows, but he thinks he can afford a certain amount of confidence as a longstanding demigod. "Your father and I live there, and so does Melita. You're a skilled fighter in your own right, with the ability to call even more cavalry in if needed. You've got Torchline's citizens at your beck and call, not to mention all the other ways you've made those islands a force to be reckoned with. If he did show up, he'd be little more than a smudge on the sand before he got a chance to take a shot at anyone."
Smiling, he reaches out to tuck a lock of golden hair back behind her ears. "I'm not saying not to get the cannons by the way - get them. But I don't want you or Kai to worry about someone as inconsequential as Jack Barclay, okay?"
