RONIN
The aunt with the bobcat would have given the game away even if her name hadn't, and the guildmaster grinned and offered a suitably noble bow to the Launceleyn girl. "Ronin Taliesin," he introduced himself as was proper, the pale dragon around his shoulders chirping her own little greeting, though she was enjoying her nap far too much to play. "She is a dragon," he confirmed with a wink, "but I doubt very much that she will be much help in making this basket."
Neither did the two of them, by the look of it, but hey - whatever. Little details. The ex-captain nibbled at his lower lip and sank down into one of the chairs around the table, gathering up the longest reeds as if wondering what they might do with them. "How about this?" he suggested, starting to criss-cross the reeds so they wove together in a loose frame. How they would turn that into a proper basket was beyond him, but hey, it was a start!
Neither did the two of them, by the look of it, but hey - whatever. Little details. The ex-captain nibbled at his lower lip and sank down into one of the chairs around the table, gathering up the longest reeds as if wondering what they might do with them. "How about this?" he suggested, starting to criss-cross the reeds so they wove together in a loose frame. How they would turn that into a proper basket was beyond him, but hey, it was a start!
