RONIN
THE WHITE KNIGHT
"We should move The Northaven further inland," Ronin says quietly, though he's almost immediately interrupted by the indignant cry of the infant in his arms. Huffing a laugh under his breath and resuming his gentle rocking of the baby - don't ask him if it's Carlo or Calan, because he won't be able to tell you - the Knight leans further towards the window of the Northaven and peers out at the fine wall of rain. It makes the coastline almost impossible to make out, and while being hidden from prying eyes wouldn't normally bother him during Leafchange, it also makes it difficult to see who's coming.
Scrunching his nose at everything he can't see and thus can't keep an eye on, Ronin eventually abandons his post and manoeuvres his way back to the table to sit, having to twist and dodge around bassinets and cribs and tiny piles of folded baby clothes to get there. "Maybe closer to Wildering House," he continues, for all the world a stern and protective sentinel of their little home until his gaze falls back on the child in his arms.
Immediately softening back into himself, he raises his eyebrows towards the baby. "And that way," he adds in a softer voice, "your brother and sister won't have to come hunting for us to say hello."
Scrunching his nose at everything he can't see and thus can't keep an eye on, Ronin eventually abandons his post and manoeuvres his way back to the table to sit, having to twist and dodge around bassinets and cribs and tiny piles of folded baby clothes to get there. "Maybe closer to Wildering House," he continues, for all the world a stern and protective sentinel of their little home until his gaze falls back on the child in his arms.
Immediately softening back into himself, he raises his eyebrows towards the baby. "And that way," he adds in a softer voice, "your brother and sister won't have to come hunting for us to say hello."
now don’t you lose hope
I swear I never dream that we’re alone
I swear I still believe but I don’t know
