RONIN
Ronin finds himself holding a bag of fruit, peering into it and already seeming mighty impressed by all that Maeve has managed to forage. Plucking out one of the berries, he rolls it between his fingertips and lifts it to his nose to give it an experimental sniff, befoe he pops it into his mouth. It's sweet and refreshing, bursting with flavour while his companion practically dances in circles around him.
Chewing thoughtfully, steered in the direction of the undergrowth with a voice purring into his ear, he tilts his head and let's a slow smile creep across his face. "That," he says, "is perfect, Maeve." Leaning down a bit as if to whisper to her, as if they're about to share some incredible secret, Ronin noses towards the place where the burrow must be.
"So... do you have any idea how to catch rabbits?" In another life, it feels, Ronin would be well equipped for any such task. For now, though, all he has is his wits, his agility, and whatever he can find in the undergrowth. "If we can get some rope, I imagine I could make a snare, and we could use some of this fruit as bait."
Chewing thoughtfully, steered in the direction of the undergrowth with a voice purring into his ear, he tilts his head and let's a slow smile creep across his face. "That," he says, "is perfect, Maeve." Leaning down a bit as if to whisper to her, as if they're about to share some incredible secret, Ronin noses towards the place where the burrow must be.
"So... do you have any idea how to catch rabbits?" In another life, it feels, Ronin would be well equipped for any such task. For now, though, all he has is his wits, his agility, and whatever he can find in the undergrowth. "If we can get some rope, I imagine I could make a snare, and we could use some of this fruit as bait."
soft spoken with a broken jaw
we step outside, but not to brawl
we step outside, but not to brawl
