RONIN
the darkstar
Breakfast? Ronin's in, abilities or no abilities. He might not be able to fly on a cloud, or make two of himself, or blow things up with shooting stars... but he can still heft rocks around and bash things with a hammer. Does he know whether Amalia's strengthen the wall plan will involve any of that? Nope. Is he going anyway? You know the answer to that question.
"Morning," he calls to them around a mighty yawn, the Star shivering to himself as he trudges up to join her. He's wrapped up in a thick coat with a scarf bundled around his nose and mouth, gloved hands already held out either for tools or scones - whatever Amalia wants to hand him first. "Is this your version of cooking for people again?" He grins.
"Morning," he calls to them around a mighty yawn, the Star shivering to himself as he trudges up to join her. He's wrapped up in a thick coat with a scarf bundled around his nose and mouth, gloved hands already held out either for tools or scones - whatever Amalia wants to hand him first. "Is this your version of cooking for people again?" He grins.
