RONIN
the darkstar
It’s a blessing that the wagon is larger on the inside than it appears, but even so the open door (and any open windows) is going to be a welcome addition regardless of the season. Ronin lets the alchemist swan into the little kitchen, an the soft yipping sound from the shade beneath the wagon suggests that a fox-shaped addition to their company would like raw meat, even if the others don’t.
Ianto will just have to cope with a breakfast burrito, however, because Ronin (and Mateo by default) cheer at the prospect, father and son thoroughly enjoying the morning air and the gentle sunshine that will soon become unbearable. Well, Ronin is enjoying it up until the infant flails his uncoordinated little hands towards antlers that really don’t need to be touched right now, and his cursing is playful as it is pained.
”Remi, little help!”
Ianto will just have to cope with a breakfast burrito, however, because Ronin (and Mateo by default) cheer at the prospect, father and son thoroughly enjoying the morning air and the gentle sunshine that will soon become unbearable. Well, Ronin is enjoying it up until the infant flails his uncoordinated little hands towards antlers that really don’t need to be touched right now, and his cursing is playful as it is pained.
”Remi, little help!”
