brand new start

RONIN if there's one thing i'm good at, it's surviving "And I shall endeavour to find you something that fits like a glove. For your foot. A foot glove." (It's called a sock, Ronin). The Star glances up at her over his shoulder and bounces his eyebrows playfully. "I've been a soldier for a long time, and I was a baron before I was even that. What I didn't learn from etiquette, I learned from experience." Blisters, wet boots, badly fitted shoes... Ronin has been around. A soft smile flickers across his face at her thanks, and he turns his head a bit to lean it against hers. "You're welcome, Seren. I'm looking forward to it as well. We'll turn you into a fine dragoon - and as soon as you get your dragon, you'll never be able to imagine your life without it." He settles into a more comfortable pace, and soon enough the barracks are upon them. Ronin slips in through the gates, waving a hand at the grounds and all the things Seren will become familiar with in due time. "It's too dark to give you a real tour, so for now we'll just get you a place to stay."