RONIN
the white knight
"He'd be more than welcome to," Ronin agrees with a nod, glancing fleetingly out across the beach before leaving the soldiers to their work, figuring this patch of greenery to be nearly stripped of all of its deadfall by now. "Always plenty to do regardless of the season. Gods know Rae's Fingers alone keeps us busy enough." He doesn't go into the detail of why, nor the state of the region's darker underbelly and its constant and petty power struggles, preferring instead to think of new babies and even future (twin) grandchildren.
It's lucky that Ronin has no ability to sense where Flora might try to jab a retort between his ribs, the Knight instead resting his hands in his pockets and kicking a bit of sand from his boots. "Godmother? That's amazing," he says with a grin. "It's like parenting-lite. Between that and the twins you'll have plenty to keep you and Kai busy. Speaking of which, when do you want to host your first babysitting sleepover?"
It's lucky that Ronin has no ability to sense where Flora might try to jab a retort between his ribs, the Knight instead resting his hands in his pockets and kicking a bit of sand from his boots. "Godmother? That's amazing," he says with a grin. "It's like parenting-lite. Between that and the twins you'll have plenty to keep you and Kai busy. Speaking of which, when do you want to host your first babysitting sleepover?"
