R O N I N
Ronin craned his head to peer over the side of the pool, eyebrows raising to watch as the fish swirled and scattered, as the glowstones plummeted further and further still, until...
The crack was deep and low and it rumbled in Ronin's very core, the guildmaster flinching back a touch with muscles bunched with adrenaline, prepared for nothing and everything all at once. "What...?" He could barely hear his own voice, eyes seeking desperately the light that the stones had provided when it dropped away into the abyss.
He didn't expect... ice. Scrambling back further as she shards bobbed, crested and crashed back down onto the waters, Ronin clenched his fists and took an automatically defensive stance that was bred from years of military training. But it wasn't some monster from the deep that came rising to the surface.
It was what Ronin swore, if he didn't know better, was an egg.
"Oh," he said softly - for what else was there to say when something so strange and wondrous occurred? It was with no small amount of trepidation, checking all the while that there would be no further movement from the depths, that Ronin would wade into the waters, trying to catch the single remaining sphere between his hands.
