RONIN
the white knight
light is easy to love.
"I'm up!" Ronin's call can barely be called that; it's animated but it's in the clear, groggy tone of someone who is not up, and he startles awake in his seat by the window of the houseboat. His foot resumes its gentle rocking of a bassinet where both Carlo and Calan are bundled within and, thanks to everyone's sanity, still fast asleep.
They might still be sleep deprived and their newborns still might be chaotic, but with the close of Leafchange at least that madness has released its grip on him, and the Knight offers Flora a tired and sunny smile as he spots her. "Incredibly brave," he continues, scrubbing his hands across his face and through his messy hair, rising to his feet to greet her properly.
"And beautiful, and talented, and my favourite daughter," he adds immediately, though one could argue that he's actually talking to the pie since that's what he's reaching for. "Happy Deepfrost," he adds, kissing her cheek and moving to set the pie on the counter. "I assume this is for right now?"
They might still be sleep deprived and their newborns still might be chaotic, but with the close of Leafchange at least that madness has released its grip on him, and the Knight offers Flora a tired and sunny smile as he spots her. "Incredibly brave," he continues, scrubbing his hands across his face and through his messy hair, rising to his feet to greet her properly.
"And beautiful, and talented, and my favourite daughter," he adds immediately, though one could argue that he's actually talking to the pie since that's what he's reaching for. "Happy Deepfrost," he adds, kissing her cheek and moving to set the pie on the counter. "I assume this is for right now?"
show me your darkness.
