the baffled king composing hallelujah
"He is a bit of a beanstalk, isn't he?" Ronin grinned crookedly at Remi; the implication, of course, being that Sunjata would be good for climbing. His husband did have a point, though, and Ronin leant in to press warm lips to Remi's temple. "You're absolutely right. I owe this wagon of ours a hundred gifts. Let's start here, then - I'll take that fetching bit of coral for our fighty friend, and you have whatever you like for yourself."
Winking at the merchant, Ronin patted at his pockets and withdrew his last remaining gem from one of the cloud manta. As delicious as they were and as useful the things that grew in their foreheads, he found he didn't quite want to hunt them so mercilessly as before. He must be going soft.
Winking at the merchant, Ronin patted at his pockets and withdrew his last remaining gem from one of the cloud manta. As delicious as they were and as useful the things that grew in their foreheads, he found he didn't quite want to hunt them so mercilessly as before. He must be going soft.
