Ronin didn’t think he had been so badly chastised even when he was a child in Northwind - but then really, that was hardly a comparison given the godlike nature of his current parent, so to speak. He flinched at that word, though which in particular - life or Aoife was unclear, and his jaw tightened as Safrin pulsed back, almost grotesque in her beauty and her ire.
He stood rigidly against the storm of her words - for what could he say against them? All the charm and smiles in the world didn’t change the reality that Safrin placed before him - defy me and suffer. And whilst Ronin had suffered, was suffering, whilst a laugh begged to rip out of his throat at the idea of there being something worse than this, he was no longer so mad with grief as to provoke it.
[say]”I understand,”[/say] he told his goddess.
He stood rigidly against the storm of her words - for what could he say against them? All the charm and smiles in the world didn’t change the reality that Safrin placed before him - defy me and suffer. And whilst Ronin had suffered, was suffering, whilst a laugh begged to rip out of his throat at the idea of there being something worse than this, he was no longer so mad with grief as to provoke it.
[say]”I understand,”[/say] he told his goddess.
