RONIN
Father and son will not be waiting for long. Remi might hear the shift in the air at first, but he'll not need to strain to listen too much; accompanied by the beat of enormous wings, the meadow is filled a moment later by the grating roar of a circling dragon. The sound catches somewhere between a shriek and a snarl that has birds scattering and, more importantly, a few High-Land Cows running for cover in the treeline.
Ronin is a pale and glimmering shape in the sky overhead, easily mistaken for a passing cloud from far away, but as the celestial dragon swoops lower, it's unmistakably the Knight coming into land. His roar morphs into something better resembling a chirrup to spot the Bastion and the botanist, and as he shifts back to himself to drop into the nearby flowers, he's already beaming at them in greeting.
"Isn't this a nice surprise?" he calls, strolling up to kiss Remi's cheek and to wrap Mateo in a hug. "I assume it's a social visit anyway, and there's nothing new to report...?" He gestures to the budding plant behind them with an arched brow.
Ronin is a pale and glimmering shape in the sky overhead, easily mistaken for a passing cloud from far away, but as the celestial dragon swoops lower, it's unmistakably the Knight coming into land. His roar morphs into something better resembling a chirrup to spot the Bastion and the botanist, and as he shifts back to himself to drop into the nearby flowers, he's already beaming at them in greeting.
"Isn't this a nice surprise?" he calls, strolling up to kiss Remi's cheek and to wrap Mateo in a hug. "I assume it's a social visit anyway, and there's nothing new to report...?" He gestures to the budding plant behind them with an arched brow.
no grave could hold my body down
