Things were getting worse, and though Ronin had vowed to his goddess, to Safrin, that he would do all he could to fix it, to make right what had been put wrong... it didn't feel like anything they were doing was making any difference.
The plan to annihilate the toxic plants from beneath the Spire; investigating and researching the blight with Phoebe; testing and trying and making the most of the little time he apparently had left... Ugh. It was exhausting.
So one breezy Leafchange evening saw Ronin sitting in one of the seats in the Temple, some distance from the Shrine. An inherently social creature, he didn't seem to look right, brooding and alone, and the effects of the blight on him were made all the more apparent in these times. His hands were clasped in his lap to stop them from shaking, and he stared seemingly at nothing towards the back of the Temple.
Would this help anything at all? Probably not. Would it make him feel better? No. But here he was anyway.
The plan to annihilate the toxic plants from beneath the Spire; investigating and researching the blight with Phoebe; testing and trying and making the most of the little time he apparently had left... Ugh. It was exhausting.
So one breezy Leafchange evening saw Ronin sitting in one of the seats in the Temple, some distance from the Shrine. An inherently social creature, he didn't seem to look right, brooding and alone, and the effects of the blight on him were made all the more apparent in these times. His hands were clasped in his lap to stop them from shaking, and he stared seemingly at nothing towards the back of the Temple.
Would this help anything at all? Probably not. Would it make him feel better? No. But here he was anyway.
