RONIN
the darkstar
There’s still something niggling that tells Ronin to keep pressing onward, needing to uncover whatever there is to know about Tanau and his connection to the sickness. But perhaps there is something to be said for doing enough, at least for now. Running a finger along the edge of the altar, he turns and strolls back to his husband and Amalia, smiling to them both.
”She makes a good point,” he murmurs. ”You both do. Let’s get back home and make sure everyone else gets better, however short the time might be. More sane heads might give more ideas.” And he can always come back, in time, to commit more of an effort to the LongHeat god.
”Shall we, then?”
”She makes a good point,” he murmurs. ”You both do. Let’s get back home and make sure everyone else gets better, however short the time might be. More sane heads might give more ideas.” And he can always come back, in time, to commit more of an effort to the LongHeat god.
”Shall we, then?”
